by Blake, Zoe
I’ve been sitting in the back of a cop car for at least an hour. The hard plastic seat is cold, the thin fabric of my skirt offering no protection. I watch the flurry of activity with little interest. As I stare through the smudged window, it is as if I’m watching a boring television show on mute. All I see are moving mouths and flashing lights.
I’m numb.
Retracting into a cocoon of silence.
The door opens and a man pokes his head in.
“So, what’s your name, sweetheart?”
I stare at him.
“Your name? You gotta name?”
“I know you. You’re the detective who investigated Steve’s murder.”
“What?”
I just laugh.
A voice from outside the car interrupts, “Detective, you’re wasting your time. The bitch is fucking crazy.”
The detective tries one more time. “What’s your name?”
The cut on my lip has reopened. I can taste the blood, feel it coat my teeth.
“I no longer have a name.”
* * *
The door to my small cell slams shut.
It’s dark and quiet.
Finally.
Worried about my sanity, I’ve been taken to a mental hospital for evaluation before they book me on the murder of my father. I was stripped of all my clothes and forced to shower. It was strange how familiar it was to feel naked and vulnerable. To be forced to move this way and that, to be told what to do as if I had no say… because I don’t.
I’m no longer in control.
The feeling wraps around me like a heavy, scratchy blanket.
Warm yet uncomfortable.
Familiar yet unwanted.
I reach up and slowly pull back the thin blanket on the narrow twin bed. I yank till the blanket is free, tossing it on the floor. I then pull at the ends till the top sheet is in my hand. Sitting on the bed, I slowly and methodically twist and twist and twist, till the threadbare sheet has formed a narrow rope.
Being careful to be quiet, I upend the hollow metal bed and push it against the wall. Tying one end of the rope around the headboard, I wrap the other around and around my neck.
Tight.
I then lift my legs.
Allowing my full weight to pull down on the rope.
I don’t struggle.
I’ve experienced this before.
I already know, death is just the beginning.
I will die here.
I will die here.
I want to die.
I refuse to live.
Nine
I can’t tell if my eyes are open.
The end.
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BROKEN DOLL SERIES
No One is Coming to Save Her.
Broken Doll, Book One
My last memory is of the accident.
The rancid smell of gasoline and the silence...the deafening silence.
Then there was only darkness...and him.
I am his captive.
His broken doll.
There is no escape.
No hope.
No one is coming to save me.
Damaged Doll, Book Two
I’m property.
Something to be passed around - used, abused, owned.
I have no power to stop him.
No choice but to submit.
But I’ve just learned why I’m trapped in this hell…
I will escape my fate.
And then they will be the ones who are sorry.
Damned Doll, Book Three
God doesn’t listen to the pleas of the damned.
I’ve been given a second chance.
A chance to set things right.
A chance for revenge.
I will make them pay.
They all will pay for every degradation, every humiliation, every moment they treated me like an object…like their property.
God didn’t listen to my pleas for mercy…let’s see if he will listen to theirs.
DANGEROUS DADDY SERIES
Dominant. Demanding. Dangerous.
Fight Me, Daddy - Book One
No one screwed with him...ever.
Logan had a fierce reputation.
He was cruel, calculating and very dangerous.
Above all, he got the job done - by any means necessary.
When he is hired to retrieve information from a young woman who has fled to an isolated cabin, he decides to amuse himself with the powerless female.
He'll make her submit to his every depraved desire.
Subjecting her to pain and punishment, he won't relent, not even when she submits and calls him Daddy.
She can beg and plead her innocence all she wants, but he won't stop.
And if his little plaything decides to fight him?
Even better.
Own Me, Daddy - Book Two
Michael was a Marine, hard-wired to conquer and claim.
When Phoebe walked into his office lying thru her pretty red lips, his first impulse was to throw her over his desk and take possession.
The more she tried to deceive him, the more determined he became to bend her to his will and maker her call him Daddy.
She was about to find out how dangerous it was to deny him.
He owned her, whether she liked it or not.
Bite Me, Daddy - Book Three
Paine was not just his name, it was his profession.
So when an upstart thief tries to kill him, he can think of nothing more pleasurable than teaching her a very painful lesson.
She was about to learn how Paine earned his dangerous reputation.
He would have her on her knees, begging him not to hurt her, submitting to his demand to call him Daddy.
And if his little kitten showed her claws and sharp teeth?
Daddy will bite back.
Grab All Three!
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DARK FANTASY
This is no fairtytale.
Snow & the Seven Huntsmen, Book One
This is no fairytale…
They’ve been sent to break me.
Not one, but seven.
They plan to steal my beauty, my innocence.
Seven Hunters to track me down and claim me as theirs.
I try to run, but it is hopeless.
They have caught me.
I am their prey, their prize, to do with as they please.
But I will capture something far more precious… the Huntsmen’s hearts.
Red & the Wolves, Book Two
This is no fairytale…
As the Blood Moon rises, I’ve been chosen.
Chosen to serve, to obey…to die…for no one survives their time with the Wolves.
As I am dressed in the ceremonial Red Hood, all I can think of is escape.
But there is no escape.
The lives of my village depend on my submission to the accursed Wolves.
There are five of them.
Five men cursed to live as Wolves.
Cursed for generations, forced to protect my village from the dark forces.
But they demand a heavy price for their protection. Me.
Five against one…against me alone.
Queen & the Kingsmen
This is no fairytale…
Captured and imprisoned.
They seek to break my curse by breaking me.
They want to know what I did to Briar Rose, but I will never tell
And I will not submit, no matter what tortures they have planned.
I am stronger than the Kingsmen.
Not just one man, but four.
For I am the powerful and feared Queen.
My curse will stand.
