Sterling-A Montana Dayton Novel Chapt.21

c7972-moonthumbDick’s eyesight blurred; the room was pitch black, there was a chill in the air. He shivered, attempted to move his arm and legs, tried to glance around. He blinked, only a blurry darkness surrounded him.

“We thought we killed you.”

Dick cocked his head, blinked his eyes a few more times.

“See I gave you a Rohypnol, which Suzy didn’t know about, so she gave you another one.” Leslie giggled and lit a lantern. “You lucked out; Jen almost gave you a third one, not knowing Suzy, and I gave you two already. We stopped her just in time.”

“I wanted to bash you over the head, but the other girls wouldn’t let me.” Amy cut in.

Dick moved his head to stare at the girls, making himself dizzy. Now he understood why his body was numb.

“Yeah, you were lucky. You could have OD’d. No skin off my back if you had.” Suzy mocked.

His eyes clouded over, but he could still visualize the girls with their beautiful golden streaked brunette hair, finely toned bodies, hazel eyes, and lush lips.

“None of you can prove anything. What do you want? Where am I?” Dick coughed out.

“Why, to torture you.” Amy replied vaguely.

Dick’s eyes began to focus, he glanced around. He was in a mold covered basement. He didn’t see any windows. There was only one way out that he could tell, it was up the stairs.

He moved his arms again. He was lying on a bed with bound hands and feet. He cringed, the mattress was filthy and the blanket next to him was covered in dirt and mold.

He let his eyes rest on the girls, ah yes, what beautiful girls they were. His girls. A grin appeared more like a sneer on his face from the lack of muscle control.

“Don’t worry we’re not going to take advantage of you that way.” Amy spat.

“Actually we’re not quite sure what to do with you yet.” Leslie shrugged her shoulders. “We might just keep you for a few days and starve you. After all you wouldn’t be able to prove anything once we let you go.”

“See this is what happens when you play in your own back yard.” Amy gestured to the other girls. “We were all in the same SAR together.”

“Sexually Abused Recovery classes,” Jen whispered.

“We didn’t realize at first that our same abuser was you. After a few months and lots of coffee together we figured it out. How do you feel about seeing us all together?” Amy asked.

Dick shuttered, but felt a twinge of sexual heat stroke his insides. Too bad they left his clothes on.

Amy laughed.

“Here’s the thing,” She glared at him, “I’m the meanest one of the bunch.”

The other girls sighed at the same time.

“We don’t have any control of her.” Leslie said. “Don’t get us wrong, all of us wanted this, none of us girls are going to let you go until we’re ready. But like you said, we couldn’t prove a thing. Consider this pay back of our own. Don’t worry, I doubt anyone will miss you.”

Dick felt a pain in his chest; his heart accelerated its beat triple time. Nothing to be concerned about, just too much excitement along with the drugs they’d given to him.

“You can’t imagine how it feels to be sitting in an uncomfortable metal fold out chair talking about your feelings,” Suzy sputtered.

Jen nodded in agreement.

He didn’t want to listen to this. Maybe something to drink and some play time would be nice. He licked his lips.

Suzie’s voice rose. “Fear of the dark, nightmares, night terrors, phobias, panic attacks, anxiety. Not to mention guilt and shame.”

“Over eating then making yourself sick so you don’t gain weight, blocked memories and flashbacks,” Jen whispered louder. “Not sure which one’s the truth.”

“Thoughts of suicide, a big black hole inside you,” Leslie interjected.

“I’m lucky,” Amy said. “I just have a lot of anger and rage in me.”

His eyes closed, another pain seared through his chest.

Amy dumped some water on him to get his attention. He skin had turned a little green.

“Okay, so I’m easily startled. I’ll work through it. Are you listening Dick? We need your attention for all of this. We need to know that you’re listening.”

Amy turned towards Leslie, “I so want to smack him.”

“If this is going to work you can’t leave a mark.” Leslie said.

“Leslie’s the smart one,” Amy poked Dick. “She borrowed your furry wrist and ankle cuffs when we took you. They’re what you’re bound with. How funny using your own toys.”

Dick started drooling.

“Gross,” Amy bit out disgustedly. “We might have to return him soon.”

“He could be having a reaction to the drugs.” Suzy shrugged.

Dick moaned then slightly convulsed.

“Shit, he’s a wimp,” Amy ground out exasperated. “What do you want to do now? We haven’t even been able to have any fun with him.”

Jen pushed her aside, “His pulse is a little weak. Maybe we should give him a while longer. If he doesn’t shake it off we’ll take him home.”

“Shake it off Dick. I’m not done with you yet.” Amy said sarcastically.

The other girls nodded.

Author: lynnthompsonbooks

Lynn Thompson’s home is in the Land of Enchantment, and, yes, the land is enchanting. The skies are blue, the stars are bright., and there are beautiful panoramic landscapes surrounding her hometown. Lynn wades through the craziness of life to follow her true passion, writing fiction. You can find her, or not, trekking through the mountains, searching for fairies and vortexes, keeping her eye out for anything paranormal, or sitting in the hot springs in her spare time. Lynn doesn’t have a specific genre she writes in. Characters have a way of leading her stories. She follows. Lynn is also a sponge when it comes to knowledge. She’s always on the move to continue her education in writing, marketing, social media, digital media, and hopes to find the extra time to add some criminal investigation classes to her repertoire. Lynn has three novels out: Blake, Sterling, and Tarnished Gold. Blake is the beginning of Montana’s story. Her need for seclusion, at least, for one winter. She does not get what she wants. There is someone or something in the mountains stalking her, people keep showing up on her doorstep, and she meets Max. Max knows what is hunting Montana, but won’t tell her. Montana’s lack of trust in Max drives her to fix her own problems. If she had known what she’d be confronting that night, she never would have sedated Max. Sterling is the second novel in the Montana Dayton series. Montana moves to Florida hoping to escape her old life, and regain her normal life back, but her past has come back to haunt her. Not only does she start losing time, she continues to wake up every morning wearing gorgeous jewels and is surrounded by precious gems. She never remembers where, or who she’s getting the glittery baubles from and is hell bent to get back her memories and return the jewels. Afraid she has been out robbing houses in the middle of the night, she is determined to figure out what is happening on her own. That is until the dreams and the strong pull to explore the gulf. When she finally realizes she needs help, she is powerless to get it. Tarnished Gold is Sam’s story and will be coming out around the new year. Sam first appeared in Sterling and demanded her own novel. Lynn has bowed to Sam’s wishes and is writing that story now. Lynn is also the proud owner of: Dark Fates. Eight short stories that are fun, but still on the dark side. Dark Fates-Madness. Four dark short stories. News Worthy. News Worthy stands alone with five short stories. Watching the news first thing in the morning may not be fun, but dissecting news clips and re-writing them into short stories that had a different ending was a blast! Dark Fates Collections is compiled of Dark Fates, Dark Fates-Madness, News Worthy, and features Karma Shay’s adventures. Visit Lynn at: Website: www.Lynnthompsonbooks.com Twitter: @lynnthompson8 Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/BlakeAMontanaDaytonNovel Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/lynnthompsonbooks

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