by Ker Dukey
FaCade
Copyright © 2014 Ker Dukey & D.H Sidebottom
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without written permission of the Author.
This book is the work of fiction any resemblance to any person alive or dead is purely coincidental. The characters and story are created from the Author’s imagination
Warning
This book is Dark erotica.
This book contains abusive and sexual situations that some may find offensive. There are various detailed sex scenes. Some may be upsetting. If you are sensitive to graphic violence read with caution.
This book also leads into a second book. You will get answers but the story will continue into a final instalment.
Dedication
Prologue: Proposal
Chapter 1: Awaken
Chapter 2: Delirious
Chapter 3: Prize
Chapter 4: Misery
Chapter 5: Let the games begin
Chapter 6: Friend or foe
Chapter 7: Urges
Chapter 8: You have to have loved to truly know hate
Chapter 9: One’s body betrays one’s mind
Chapter 10: Satisfaction
Chapter 11: Craving
Chapter 12: Contradiction
Chapter 13: Animal
Chapter 14: Rage
Chapter 15: Dirty
Chapter 16: Shock
Chapter 17: Normalcy
Chapter 18: Information
Chapter 19: Adapt
Chapter 20: Sex
Chapter 21: Acquaintances
Chapter 22: Perform
Chapter 23: Voyeur
Chapter 24: Dreams
Chapter 25: Deception
Chapter 26: Risks
Chapter 27: Entertainment
Chapter 28: Memory lane
Chapter 29: Who am I?
Chapter 30: Déjà vu
Chapter 31: Entrapment
Chapter 32: The truth
Cade
Cadence - coming soon
Empathy
The Broken by Ker Dukey
The Broken: Prologue - River
Ker Dukey’s links
The Decimation of Mae
Angel
D H Sidebottom’s Links
Dawn’s Acknowledgments
Ker’s Acknowledgments
THE SUN HEATED MY SKIN, its rays licking over me, branding me in its golden glow and warming my already sensitive body. The smell of lotion was intoxicating as the firm, familiar hands I craved rubbed over the contours of my body, rough fingers sliding along every inch of me. White sand and clear blue ocean as far as the eye could see relaxed me further.
This was what we needed. We both worked too hard, we never indulged or took time for just us two.
We lived out one of his fantasies last night; him taking me in the open where anyone could be watching, although making love under the blue hue of the moonlight on a secluded beach where he’d created a romantic bed of rose petals wasn’t exactly where we could be caught. But it was still the most memorable night of my life, and hopefully his too.
I looked down at the twinkling diamond of my engagement ring and smiled. He had completely taken me off guard last night.
The memory played over, letting me relive the most magical proposal I could have asked for. Him pushing his body to join with mine before stilling when he was fully sheathed inside me. His soft gaze captured mine, his eyes glimmering with a thousand emotions before he murmured, “You were created to complete my soul, and mine yours. When the sun sets and rises every day from this day forward we will be forever entwined. I promise I’ll give you everything. Friendship…” He peppered my face in kisses, his soft lips burying me in his love. “…Passion…” he thrust deeply, his hips pressing against mine, making me moan. “…Babies with my brains and your looks.” He smiled cheekily, rubbing one hand over my stomach.
I gasped, slapping his shoulder which made him twitch deliciously inside me. I wanted to beg him to move; he filled me up completely but wasn’t moving. His words made my heart thud and my mind race, their honesty drenching me in the truth of his promise.
“I’ll support your dreams and live to make them come true.” His eyes darkened, his gaze never leaving mine, hypnotizing me. “I’ll fulfill every fantasy.” His hand cupped my face, the softness of his palm both comforting and exciting. “I’ll protect you, honor you, and God, love you more than anything.”
My eyes were glassy; I couldn’t stop the tears from forming. He continued as his voice dropped in tone, and his brow furrowed like he was concentrating, reminiscing. “I always felt connected to you, as if a string from my soul was tethered to yours.”
His hand looped a thread around my ring finger. The tears spilled free when I noticed the other end was looped around his own finger, a platinum band with a huge diamond sat on the end. He tilted his hand, making the ring flow free down the thread until it encircled mine. I choked on a happy sob.
“Promise never to leave me, to never love another man. Promise to be my wife, promise to complete us?”
I couldn’t speak. I wrapped my arms around him, bringing his head down to the crease of my neck as I nuzzled into his. My legs wrapped firmly around his waist as I dug the heels of my feet into his ass, urging and begging him to move.
His laugh resonated against my skin. “Is that a yes?” His head lifted to look into my eyes.
I swallowed and inhaled, catching the breath I needed. “I can’t promise I will never love another man,” I whispered against his ear. His body stilled. I quickly continued before I ruined the moment and he passed out from lack of oxygen. “If he looks like you.” His eyes widened. “And calls me Mommy, I will love him.”
His breath rushed out of him, warming my lips. “Promise me!” he demanded with a thrust of his hips. His full length glided against my inner walls, eliciting pleasure into my core. “Promise me,” he growled in frustration as his body covered every part of mine.
“I promise, I promise!” I cried out as he took me over the edge, onwards to make a start on the promises we both made.
MY TONGUE WAS STUCK TO the roof of my mouth. So dry. I needed water. Everything was dry; my mouth, my eyes, even my joints felt brittle and tight.
My mind tackled the hazy fog, attempting to clear a path into consciousness. My body raged war with my mind, wanting to keep me in the sanctuary of my dreams, but my body needed hydrating, urging me to waken.
My eyelids felt heavy, too heavy, weighted down. What was wrong with me?
Peeling them open, darkness held my vision captive, the blackness creating frightening shadows of uncertainty. The only sound around me was my own heavy breaths.
I searched my memory for… well, ANYTHING! There was nothing there. Panic rose in my chest, my heart rate picking up pace, threatening to send me into cardiac arrest.
I jolted upright, groaning when a fierce pain exploded behind my eyes.
“Argh!” My hands cradled my head, the intense heavy throb too demanding for my shoulders.
I tried again, grasping for scraps. Who was I? Where was I? What was my name? Hell I didn’t even know how old I was. Fear coursed through me, sending me scuttling backwards into a wall. The cold concrete crept through my spine and into my skin, lacing me in goose bumps from the chill and terror racing through my veins.
I was on a bed; I felt the softness of a mattress beneath me. I tried to swallow but there was no saliva in my mouth, my teeth sticking to my lips as I ran my tongue around them, desperately trying to apply some moisture.
A hum resonated before a blinking light flashed in the ro
om, exposing more shadows that stole my breath. Unknown shapes and silhouettes startled me, shifting the dread in my heart up my throat. Darkness flashed again before light flooded in, burning my eyes from the harsh exposure after having not even a cast of moonlight.
It was a concrete room with one wall mirrored. My own image looked back at me but it was foreign, a stranger staring at me; strands of dark silk shaped around an oval face, huge eyes wide as the reflection illustrated my confusion.
I slowly climbed from the bed, my bare feet making contact on the cold floor with a muffled slap. A chill ran through my body, feeding sensation into the numbness shrouding me and alerting me to the fact my bladder was full.
I ignored the steel door to my right, completely transfixed on the woman in the mirror. Tanned shapely legs were bare up to the thigh where a red lace dress covered an hour glass figure. It was extremely elegant, the red contrasting perfectly with the luscious ebony hair which flowed flawlessly beyond the waist. Eyes a dark blue sapphire ring encompassing a pale jade; intense and expressive. A petite nose and full lips that were slightly chapped, complimented with high cheek bones. She was stunning. I was stunning.
How could I know basic things like beauty and names of objects, yet my identity was completely absent in my mind?
I startled when the sound of the door unlocking echoed through the cell. I was in a form of a cell, that was the only word I could use to describe the room I was in.
The heavy door opened with a loud clanking. I stepped back, terrified of who would come in. A man entered; power coated the air around him. He was tall and wide. His eyes held mine as he strode towards me. I felt unsteady on my feet, fear causing me to stumble when I tried to quickly back away from the giant coming at me.
He had a bald head and a scar that sliced his face from his pale blue eye across his cheek, ending at his jaw. He wore slacks and a dress shirt, magnifying the sheer muscle of him as the material strained across his chest.
Reaching for me, he grasped my arms in his dominant grip. My body trembled.
“Who are you?” I choked out, my tongue feeling too big and too dry.
Clasping my hands together he pulled handcuffs from his pocket, snapping them closed around my wrists. “Why am I under arrest?”
Again, he didn’t answer me as he raised my arms above me. Confused, I looked up to see a metal chain hanging from the ceiling with a huge hook attached. Realization of what he intended sent me into panic and I thrashed in his fierce hold. His grip tightened, maneuvering me with little effort. The height of the hook forced me on to my tiptoes with my arms pulled tightly above my head, stretching me.
Another man entered. He was smaller than the first, who had now stepped back next to the door, his hands clutched together on his lower stomach, his eyes looking straight ahead.
The smaller man wore a suit. He was taller than me, but not by much. Judging by his height I’d guess he was 5’, 8”. His blonde hair was gelled back giving me a clear view of his face which was young and pretty for a male. His blue eyes collided with mine briefly. I noticed I didn’t feel fear like I had with the first man… maybe it was his feminine features easing me into a false sense of security.
“Don’t panic. I’m not going to cut you unless you force me to by moving around too much.”
What the hell did that mean?
He snapped open a small rectangular box and light bounced off a pair of silver scissors inside. I couldn’t swallow the lump forming in my throat.
Tears exploded from my eyes in a torrent as fear crippled me. I wanted to lick at them to drag some moisture into my mouth. The salt from my tears felt like grit in my eyes, blurring my vision.
My instincts told me to fight to get loose, to do anything other than just hang there for him to do what he wanted, but my logical side knew I couldn’t get free from the binds, and to struggle could risk him cutting me. Were they going to cut my hair off? Was this some form of military training or prison?
“Where am I? Please tell me,” I begged. My thoughts ran rampant and tried to claw at things out of my reach.
The cold press of the scissors as they slipped across my shoulder made me gasp. Snip! Then the other shoulder. Snip! The weight of my dress gave way, exposing my strapless bra, the classy red silk covering my breasts alerting me to the fact I liked luxury, and that apparently expense was not something I worried about.
My eyes pinched closed while my brain roared scenarios too frightening to give credit to.
Snip, snip, snip. The lace fell from my body, a pool of deep red gathering at my feet. I stepped onto it to ease the frost of the floor against the soles of my feet. It didn’t halt the cold air licking the rest of my exposed skin though.
“Exquisite,” the man stated.
Snip. My bra fell as more tears slipped free, burning a fire down my cheeks. My nipples hardened against the change in temperature from being clothed to un-clothed. It felt like my body betrayed me when it was only a natural response.
I turned my head to look away from the first guy, grateful for my long hair acting as a barrier between us. I didn’t want to see if he was looking at my naked form, hung like a piece of meat on display for them to do with as they pleased.
Snip, snip. My panties fell away. My heart plummeted as I was on display, completely vulnerable. The cool air whispered across my flesh, an icy chill surfing up my spine, coating me in dread.
He stepped away from me, appraising me. Gentle sobs shook my body and made me swing slightly, my toes struggling to reach the floor and steady the sway.
My heart nearly leapt from my chest when a shrill alarm resounded across the quiet room. The first guy pulled out a cell phone and handed it to the smaller guy.
“Yes, truly. Okay.” He passed the cell back then leaned in close to me, the heat from his body encircling me. The material of his suit rubbed against my skin, making me cringe. His overpowering aftershave assaulted my nose and made my throat burn, once more begging for water. “Congratulations, he’s pleased with his purchase.”
At first I thought he meant the scrap of red lace I stood on, then realization hit me with force. My lungs seized and burned, craving air, but shock prevented me from inhaling. My mind worked cruelly against me, arguing with what was before my very eyes. What was this? Was I dreaming? Was it a nightmare, a lucid dream?
I sucked in a breath when the door slammed closed and the lights once more went out.
FIRE, THAT’S WHAT IT WAS! It started off with a slow burn before raging into a full inferno with no signs of cooling. My shoulders were about to combust, the pull on them from holding the weight of my body was agonizing, my tendons hot and angry, yet my hands were frozen and painful.
I needed the bathroom. Holding my full bladder for so long had given me a stomach ache. My toes kept giving way to cramp, making the cuffs bite into the skin around my wrists, the already sore, chapped skin becoming raw.
“Argh,” I cried out for the millionth time, my throat sore after my screams. My tears had dried but the sting from their path was still alight on my cheeks. I couldn’t count the seconds as they passed, how long I had been left hanging there in the darkness. I didn’t know but it felt like hours.
I was so tired, my heavy eyes wanted to close, wanted to escape into my dreams, but the pain kept me present, albeit lightheaded, and forever in a state of consciousness between the two worlds. My mind still kept my identity captive, thoughts now my only solitude as my memories were locked away tightly, access to them not only forbidden but impossible.
The lights flicked back on, making me squint against the intrusion. My pupils frantically tried to adjust. My heart thumped an unsteady beat against my ribcage, threatening at any moment to go out of control and drown me in panic and fear.
Food. The smell of fresh bread filtered into my nose, making my mouth water and invading my painful body, causing my stomach to growl in hunger.
The men from earlier became visible. The smaller one set a bowl of water on the
floor, and a second bowl with fresh bread inside. The fact I was still completely naked made me fully aware of the bigger man who disappeared behind me. I tried to turn but his hot, heavy palm came down on my hip, solidifying me. His touch coiled my stomach, my skin desperately trying to shrink against his contact as I fought to keep the vomit back. I wanted to scream for him to remove his hand but he reached up and unhooked me.
My body immediately went limp, giving way to the pressure it had been under. He grasped me around the waist, keeping me from crashing to the floor. Lowering me down instead and bringing my hands into his, he unlocked the cuffs but refrained from looking at me.
A sigh left my lips as relief poured into me but it was short lived. Pain from the blood rushing back in made me want to scream and cry but my eyes were too sore to produce tears and these bastards didn’t deserve any more.
Before I could stop him, he pulled my hands behind my back and re-cuffed them then pointed to the bowls. The son of a bitch. I wasn’t a freaking dog. I wanted to kick out at him but I could hardly feel my feet.
Wanting to have more pride than to crawl across the harsh floor I looked up at the second guy, hoping he would have some human traits and take pity enough to pass me the water. The tilt of his lips told me he knew what I was thinking. “We are not here to serve you.”
With that they left me with my hands bound behind my back, naked on the cold floor, too far away from the sustenance my body howled out for.
SHE WAS STUNNING, EVEN IN a broken down state. Her body was what others could only dream of achieving, toned and curved to perfection. Her religious workout and diet kept her athletic body performance fit.
Her cries echoed throughout the room. She had been hanging there like a prize for over four hours after waking from a drug induced sleep that had kept her sedated for thirty-six hours. I knew she would be starving and desperate to use a bathroom. My little star was used to her luxuries but was also big into charity and had spent time in under-privileged countries; this cell was a five star hotel compared to some of the living quarters she had endured. Not that she could remember that life, and that made her mind mine to mold and play with.
