Soul Read Free

far. I lift my hand and feel around my eye to see if he gave me another wound. He didn’t. Just adding to the bruising already there. I lick my lip and hold my finger to the cut, hoping to stop the flow of blood, as my other arm holds the fabric of the front of my dress together. At least he didn’t remove the dress. I fear that if he does that, it’s over. He’ll rape me.
    Finally, after a few minutes of him brooding and me cowering in the corner, he stops and turns to me. “You’ll learn. You’ll forget him.” He points at me, and I shake my head. Wrong thing to do. He roars and rushes at me, grips my head, and slams it into the concrete blocks again and again, until the world around me goes black.
Daniel
    Why, why, why can’t she just fucking listen to me? Christ that bastard brainwashed her. What the fuck happened to my perfect princess? I slam the door of her cell and clamp it shut, then set the lock, shoving the key into my pocket, before walking halfway up the steep concrete steps where I plant my ass on the cold ground. “Fuck!”
    Okay, think Danny, think. I’ve wanted her since she left over a year ago. Since then, I’ve spent a lot of time thinking how different things were going to be when I got her back. She wants to be fucked like a whore, I’ll give her that, and soon. Over the years, I’ve fucked everything that walked, every way under the sun, but not my Gillian. My perfect princess. She deserved better. Until the day she sat up naked, turned around, and presented her perfect ass as she held herself up on all fours. Something in me just snapped, and the rage I’d been holding back from her came to the surface. It reminded me of all the other stupid cunts I fucked. The weeping holes ready to take any dick without seeing the face of the man fucking her.
    Not my Gillian. No, I never wanted to defile her like those other whores. She was different, perfect, and broken when we met. Finally, I got it out of her what that bastard before me did to her. And I spent the better part of a year making her mine. Treating her like the queen I wanted her to be. Even seeing her in that room, in her wedding dress sent all kinds of ideas rushing to the surface. My Princess standing there, in her white wedding dress, waiting to marry me.
    Well, if she thinks she’s getting out of here and going back to him , she’s sorely mistaken. I’ll break her—again. I don’t care how long it takes. She was broken in before by Justin; I’ll just rip a few pages of notes from his book of hard knocks. Eventually, she’ll come around. There’s really no other option, because if I can’t have her, no one will.
    Standing up I figure it’s time I get some bandages and shit for her head and lip. Stupid bitch. If she’d just start listening, then I wouldn’t have to knock some sense into her. Once at the top of the stairs, I lift the latch to the rotten, wooden door and open it to a blue, sunny, California sky. The trees around the property are thick. My parents didn’t like having too many neighbors. Probably because they spent their time smacking me around, and normal folks didn’t take too kindly to people beating the shit out of their kid.
    At the edge of the property though, way in the back of my old childhood yard, I found my perfect getaway. My idiot parents didn’t even know it existed. The house was built at least a hundred years ago, and with it was an old bomb shelter. A room built into the ground that would probably survive a nuclear attack. These things are not common in California, but I was glad that whoever built the property thought to add it. Over the years, it’s been a genius hideout. It even has a closet off the stairs where I keep my guns, additional explosives, a safe with my legal paperwork, basically anything important to me.
    The original house is gone of course, since I burned it down when I was fourteen, with my parents bodies still inside, but in its place, I put a motor home I got for