There is more build up to this section, but I hope it stands well on its own.
Please feel free to comment:
Myrna’s fear spiked as the sounds from the room behind her stopped. Her dread built for what seemed an eternity, but was probably only moments. Waiting in the darkness, she had determined to fight the only way she knew how, but when the door behind her finally ground open on rusted runners she had quite reached a peak of fear, and couldn’t regain the composure she needed to find the mental escape of her training.
She could hear a man breathing, even over her own elevated respiration. Myrna repeatedly checked the urge to try and turn to face her captor. If she knew a face, they would be less likely to let her live.
Another lengthy, agonizing wait, the only sound their shared breathing.
“You’re quite the specimen, Miss Graves,” her captor said, now very close. She hadn’t heard his approach, but Myrna recognized the voice of the man who’d drugged her. While his appreciation of her naked body was no surprise, the clinical detachment of his tone was more frightening than anything he might have said. His voice held none of the lust that Yusuf and her other paramours tried to suppress during their games.
“What, no response?”
Not knowing what to do, and the gag preventing any coherent speech, she writhed in helpless fear.
His voice was very close now, “Myrna, Myrna, I don’t want to fuck you, I just want you to confirm a few things for me.”
“Iwelmpwnyting,” Myrna said, desperate for him to know she would tell him anything and everything.
He ignored her words, running a finger along the flesh of her upper arm and down along her ribcage to her waist.
She jumped at the contact, nearly wet herself.
He withdrew the touch, “Such firm resistance, from a plaything such as yourself? I hadn’t thought you would offer any.”
“Nrmph,” she tried to tell him, the denial turning to a wordless scream as he cut her.
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Showing posts with label Graphic Violence. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Graphic Violence. Show all posts
Friday, August 13, 2010
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Should I Go Graphic Or?
The Last Captain has some pretty intense stuff coming up, and I'm wondering if I should actually write the male torturing a female scene out or gloss over it. I think it might build and develop the torturer quite a bit. We already know he's an evil fucker, but this might assist in developing the creep factor.
The torture victim is no saint, either. Indeed, she's quite the gold-digger, though she has her very legitimate reasons.
On the fence on this one, but I'm gonna write it anyway, just to get it out. I'l decide later on whether to keep it or not.
Just so you know, the novel is already rated R for the violence and language, if nothing else.
Any thoughts, readers? It would be helpful to have your feedback.
Thanks, in advance.
The torture victim is no saint, either. Indeed, she's quite the gold-digger, though she has her very legitimate reasons.
On the fence on this one, but I'm gonna write it anyway, just to get it out. I'l decide later on whether to keep it or not.
Just so you know, the novel is already rated R for the violence and language, if nothing else.
Any thoughts, readers? It would be helpful to have your feedback.
Thanks, in advance.
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