Resolution (Heart of Stone)

Heart of Stone #3

Resolution

A NSC Industries Novel

By D H Sidebottom

Heart of Stone #3

Resolution

Copyright © 2013

By D H Sidebottom

This book is a work of fiction and
any resemblance to actual places, incidents and persons, living or dead, is
purely coincidental.

Copyright © 2013 D H Sidebottom

Excerpt from
Shocking Heaven
Copyright © 2013 D H Sidebottom

Sometimes, love is just that little
bit too destructive

I had been
here about eight days or so I reckoned with the coming and going of daylight,
in the small room, the dusty, dirty run down room. I have no idea where the
room was, I hadn’t left it since I woke up here.

I missed my
babies with my very core and I hoped they were being cared for and showered
with love. I know Mason would be going insane and he had probably scored by now
and it was this particular notion that enraged me; not the fact I was
handcuffed to a dingy bed in a filthy room, being raped and beaten every day but
the fact that Dane’s actions will have forced Mason back onto the cocaine and I
hated him for it.

It had been
three months since Mason had got high and I had been so proud of him and the
fact that Dane’s actions would now set him back, once again having to see Mason
struggle with the daily cravings and the hunger angered me.

He could do
any of the things he had been doing to me but now he had hurt Mason I was
desperately trying to work out a plan to escape… I needed to get to my man!

I needed to
pee and my throat was dry. I knew he would be here soon and I thought I’d
rather wet myself than look at Dane… the ugliness, the evilness and the damn
cocky smile that I was eager to rip of his face.

I was naked
and filthy, and handcuffed to the bedframe. My poor body was covered in
bruises, welts and cuts where Dane’s frantic thrusts at me had seen him clawing
at my skin as though he wanted to climb inside me, inside my soul.

He was
frightening, the pure vehemence in him but he also had a steel calmness to him
and it was this that terrified me, the way his eyes were dead but still held an
icy glint, the way his lip curled at one side making him look malevolent and
crazed. His laughter was terrifying, the high pitched crazy cackle that tore
through my very soul.

Scanning the
room for the thousandth time, hoping to spot something that could help me get
out, I moaned desperately. There was nothing in the room apart from a broken
wooden table that was held up with telephone directories and a bedside table
that held the plastic bottle of water that Dane would let me drink from.

Oh and don’t
forget the chain and hook that hung from the middle of the ceiling, we mustn’t
forget that… I don’t think I would ever forget it.

There was
nothing, absolutely fucking nothing, that would help get me out of here and I
was sure I was going to go crazy but I was damn determined not to, I didn’t
want to go there again, knowing that the last time I broke I had hurt Mason so
much. His pain and turmoil as I clawed at myself and begged him not to let the
angels of hell take me had devastated him and torn him in two.

I wouldn’t
let Dane break me, he didn’t deserve that, he didn’t deserve any of my emotions.

I knew
that’s what he wanted, to hear my cries and screams as he tortured or raped me
but I wouldn’t let myself give him that.

 I heard a
noise outside the door and I held myself still, gearing myself up for him. I
took a deep breath as the door opened and Dane stood jeering at me. “Good
morning, sweetheart” he smiled happily as he walked into the room.

Biting my
lip, I took a quick glance at the item in his hand and my heart jolted, it was
his favourite choice.

 He cocked
his head at me. “How are you feeling this morning Ava?” he asked as he did
every morning. I nodded but refused to look at him as he strolled towards me
and round the bed to the bottle.

“Thirsty? I
bet you are. Let me help you with that, Ava” he picked up the bottle and
unscrewed the cap and as his hand settled behind my neck to tilt my head up he
brought the bottle to my lips.

Greedily, I
took some large gulps, knowing this could be the last drink I got today. He
sighed heavily as he spotted the handcuffs and his finger stroked the edge of
them. “Oh Ava, look at your poor wrists” he shook his head in pity, “why do you
do this to yourself? Your beautiful skin is ruined now.”

I had been
desperately trying to free my hands from them and now the skin was raw,
bleeding and sore but I still kept trying in my urgency to escape.

“You won’t
get out of these, sweetheart” he smiled and shook his head at me and then leant
into my ear, “I had to get the professional equipment for you Ava, I know how
feisty you can be” he chuckled.

I gulped down
the bile as his tongue swept up my cheek. He inhaled heavily, “Ahhhh you always
taste so wonderful, the saltiness and sweetness of you makes me hard, Ava.” He
shook himself off and stood back up, his head tipped as he regarded me.

“Well let’s
see what we have for you today.” He scrunched his shoulders up in a happy grin
and held up the weapon of choice. “I know how much this turns you on
sweetheart, so I’ve decided to treat you today.” His fingers stroked over my
cheek as if in a loving gesture and I swallowed, looking away.

His hand
grasped my chin forcefully and he turned my face to his. “Look at me, Ava.” His
grip tightened and I refused to flinch. I moved my eyes to his and he smiled at
my submission. “See, I need to see those gorgeous eyes, sweetheart.”

His eyes
perused my body and the glint in his eyes brightened. “I need the toilet” I
rasped out, my throat sore and dry from days of drought.

His lip
curled at the corners like it did every time I asked for something. “Well...?”
he sneered with his eyebrows high in query and I swallowed a breath, forcing
myself to give in to him.

“Please
could you take me to the toilet, Sir?” I asked quietly and slowly.

He laughed
that stupid laugh that reverberated through my core and made me want to
strangle him. “Oh you’re getting so good at it now; we’ll get that obstinacy out
of you soon.” He leaned over me and bit my breast hard enough to pierce the
skin and I clenched my eyes shut against the pain, forcing myself not to cry
out.

I bit my lip
desperately and this did make me wince, having bitten them so much in the last
week they were now covered in sores from my teeth and the dryness of not having
enough liquid. I clenched my thighs together to stop the urine from leaking
out, this was a speciality of his, knowing that his bite would loosen my
bladder and I would pee myself.

The first
few times he had done it he had chastised me for wetting myself but now I was
starting to control it and it pleased him very much.

He stood
back up and smiled at me. “Did you know Ava that your orgasms are fiercer and
more intense if your bladders full” he told me and I frowned.

Shit!

I gulped.
“But I really need to go Sir, I don’t think I can hold it while you make love
to me” I winced inwardly at my words but I knew they were expected.

He regarded
me for a while and then huffed, “Alright but only because you’ve been a good
girl.”

Walking over
to the table, he picked up the key for my cuffs. “Now how do we behave, Ava?”
he mocked and I took a deep breath.

“You are my…
my master and I must… I must behave” I grated out and closed my eyes at the
nausea that rose.

He smiled
merrily and kissed my cheek as he bent to unlock the cuffs. “Oh Ava, you have
made me so happy sweetheart. I knew you would love our little activities.”

He unlocked
one and then moved around the bed to the other one. “You are such a whore that
a fuck from anyone would sate you.”

 ‘
I
don’t
think you’re a whore or slag .You are the most loving, caring warm person I
know Ava’

 Mason’s
voice shot into my head at Dane’s words and I smiled faintly to myself and for
the first time in my life I believed these words. I wasn’t a whore; it was
never my fault for everything that had happened to me. These men took what
wasn’t offered, never offered, but this little thought and memories were what were
getting me through these horrendous days.

     I
rotated the wrist he had freed from the handcuff, the other one still attached
to one. The feeling of air and freedom made me sigh in relief. “Does that feel
better, Ava?” he narrowed his eyes on me, waiting for my answer.

“Yes, thank
you Sir” I breathed and cringed inwardly as he fastened a cuff that remained on
my right wrist to his wrist and he practically dragged me to the bathroom as my
legs wobbled from being immobile for so long.

I sat on the
toilet, no longer embarrassed about peeing in front of Dane, I didn’t care now.
I eyed the shower longingly. “Please can I shower, Sir?” I asked desperately. I
knew his answer but I couldn’t seem to stop asking.

He scowled
at me, “Now, now Ava, you know better than that. You’re a dirty whore.  The
filth is inside you not outside. A shower won’t help you” he shook his head in
frustration. I nodded and stood up when I had emptied my bladder.

“All done?”
he asked cheerfully and I nodded again. I swallowed heavily knowing what would
happen now. He grinned at me and walked me back into the room and into the
centre, below the chain.

 I closed my
eyes and took a deep breath to prepare myself as I mentally calmed my mind and
willed away the trembles my body had launched.

Dane lifted
my arms and handcuffed both hands to the hook. ‘
Baa baa black sheep, have
you any wool’
I recited in my head as the first crack of the whip hit my
back. The thrash across my already delicate skin smarted as a thousand nerve
endings in my skin screamed at me.

I swallowed
the scream back, refusing to let it out. ‘
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags…’
I bit my lip as another crack erupted over my back. Fuck it hurt, it seemed
worse this time, whether he was getting harsher or whether it was because my
skin was already so sore.

Another one
hit and a forbidden whimper crept up my throat, I desperately tried to hold it
back and I coughed to disguise it. ‘
One for the master…”

FUCK!!!

This
particular harsh lash managed to get a groan from me. “YES AVA, FEEL IT!” he
shouted as he flayed me again.

I would
not cry, I would not cry…

‘One for
the Dame, one for THE LITTLE BOY….’ FUCK!!!!
Another cry broke free.

“GOOD GIRL”
he cried as I felt his penis settled between my legs and I silently thanked god
for the short whipping I had received today.

He thrust
into me roughly as my legs gave way and I hung limply from the chain. Both of
his hands settled around my neck and I prayed, as I always did, that this time
he would tighten them enough to end this torture and set me free from him… from
this nightmare.

This was the
easy part. ‘
Mary, Mary quite contrary, how does your garden grow…’

The nausea
was rising with each of his grunts and moans. “Oh Ava, you’re so fucking tight”
he groaned as he sped up and I bit into my lip so harshly that I could taste
blood again.

My head
sagged and I closed my eyes. ‘
With silver bells… and cockle shells, and…
pretty maids all in a row’.
 I sighed in relief as I felt him swell inside
me and his final grunt left his lips as he filled me with his filth, his
rotting seed.

He pulled
out and came around the front of me. “I have a nice little surprise for you
later, sweetheart” he chuckled and stroked my cheek with his palm.

He walked
out, leaving me hung as he always did, his filthy, dirty spunk dripping down
the inside of my thigh and I knew I would be left here for a few hours before
he brought me a sandwich and a new bottle of water and then another round of
‘fun’ would begin.