ABUSED E-Book

DENIS DANIEL

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

Abducted after a one night stand, Duke tries to find out who abducted him. However, he needs to struggle to stay alive first before doing that. But the abduction was only the smallest part of his problems. Trapped and helpless can he survive and escape? Is there any hope for him?

     It's an amazing thriller, if you like horror this is the book for you. I will advise you to sit back and enjoy.

Leseprobe

DENIS DANIEL

ABUSED

Vampire Horror

My mentor and editor Katherine. Thank you for the help over all these years.BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

TITLE

ABUSED

BY DENIS DANIEL

Table of Contents

CHAPTER 1. 2

CHAPTER 2; 5

CHAPTER 3; 7

CHAPTER 4; 9

CHAPTER 5; 11

CHAPTER 6; 14

CHAPTER 7; 17

CHAPTER 8; 20

CHAPTER 9; 23

CHAPTER 10; 25

CHAPTER 11; 29

CHAPTER 12; 31

CHAPTER 13; 34

CHAPTER 14; 36

CHAPTER 15; 39

CHAPTER 1

I was starved. I was thirsty. I was lonely, confused and lost. I felt like I was this tiny piece of nothing.

There was a time a person could say there are things worse than death and I would think they are being dramatic. But I finally found out how true those words were. I was stuck with no way out. Trapped wasn’t even the word for it.

Let me start from the beginning of my torture or abused, due to lack of a better word.

It started on one Thursday a long time ago. I just came from work and I was on my way to my favorite restaurant to get some dinner. Of course I wasn’t married and didn’t have a girlfriend, despite being on my late twenties. The good thing is I didn’t have any obligations to anyone. Not that I didn’t want one I just never seem to get the women. Normally I would chase them away. I don’t know if it was my conversations or the way I look. I can’t say I’m hideous or anything, I was just a normal looking guy.

The day was like any other, nothing too special or different. People of town were busy with their stuff. The usual big city stuff. In a big city like London a person like me without any status is practically invincible. Especially a migrant who just found his way in Europe. The ones who noticed me looked at me weird, but that never bothered me.

As I said a person like me with a minimum wage job is never noticed. But this particular day someone did. I was at the corner table minding my own business eating my sad food, the one I could afford anyway. I couldn’t risk spending more money than the lowest priced meal. I needed to get out of the slums and to do that I had to save every penny I could spare.

At first I thought I was mistaken so I just kept focusing on my plate. But I couldn’t help but take a peek to make sure I was wrong. She didn’t look away. I looked past me even though I knew behind me was a wall. I felt nervous and insecure. There was a lot of gentlemen in the room, guys with nice looks and parked cars outside. Not me who can’t even afford a bicycle and barely took the metro.

She clearly looked at me now and it felt like I was hypnotized. I couldn’t move or look away. As a matter of fact I had no desire to look away. She was the kind of woman you see in your dreams. Someone you wish to have but you know you can’t have and she was staring at me here and now.

Standing up and heading towards me from her table at the other end of the restaurant. She was so pretty, even better than the women I dreamt about. I felt a strong desire to bolt because I couldn’t help but feel like it was a prank of some sort, but I couldn’t find the strength to move.

One thing I knew, I wasn’t scared but worried a little how I looked, and why she would want to come to me. She had slick brunette hair that fell to her shoulders, very shiny too. Her skin was as smooth as silk and her oval face was almost angelic. Her eyes were smooth yet commanding and held power I couldn’t recognize. She was tall, almost six foot one or so.

This was the kind of woman modeling agencies fight over. Her lips were perfectly shaped, small and seductive. The kind that makes you want to jump and kiss senseless.

When she moved everything stopped. I don’t know if it was my mind imagining things or if it was real. It was almost like time was stretched out. A few seconds that she used to cross over from her table to mine felt like couple minutes.

She sat on the other side of the table and stared at me. Back at her table she was with two guys, but now they were gone. She had perfect eyebrows like they were trimmed by an artist. Her eye lashes were long and straight which made her emerald pupils clearer. Her skin from the angle I was sitting looked as soft as of a baby. From far it looked good but this close it looked perfect.

It was clear this was not the kind of woman who would waste her time over a guy like me. But she was there sitting with me at the same table. I wanted to ask her if I could help her but couldn’t speak. Not before she spoke anyway.

When she spoke I didn’t feel like speaking after. I never heard such a soft voice in my life. It was like soft breeze in a warm day, like soft morning wind after sunrise. It washed over me and instantly calmed me. Have you ever listened to your favorite song sang in the best way possible? That’s how she sounded.

Even if I wanted to resist her charm I didn’t know how or I simply didn’t want to. As much as I wanted to reply to whatever she said I couldn’t because I didn’t even hear what she said.

I kept staring at her like a dumb idiot. But to be honest I could stare at her all day long and never get tired of it. Also she didn’t seem to mind me staring at her, because she sat back and let me bask in her beauty. But at some point I realized I was expected to say something.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t hear you,” Like woken from a dream I said.

“Hi.”

“Hello,” I replied nervously. Normally at this point most women would’ve walked away but not her.

“What’s your name?” her voice hit me every time.

“My name is Duke.” I earned a smile from her, and those were teeth used in a commercial or something, “yah, my parents were real fans of the time.”

“I like it,” she said softly.

It didn’t have to mean anything to me but her approval made me feel good. Which was strange because she was just a stranger.

“My name is Mathea.” She feigned a little embarrassment but I complimented her name anyway.

“It’s a beautiful name. Does it mean anything? Because it is not very common.”