Slayer's Captive 5

“NO! LITCH, NO! PLEASE!” My scream is cut short as his other hand clamps over my mouth.
 
My shrieks burn my lips but I can’t break through his hand. A blinding white fear shakes me. He’s taking this too far. 
 
“Oh, Lina,” he murmurs. “No, no, no, Lina. You have entirely the wrong idea.” My moan comes out muffled against his hand. “I said that I wouldn’t hurt you. The drugs will only last an hour.” He looks at me and I cannot look back.
 
I sob, twisting against the ropes.
 
“Oh, Lina. You don’t trust me. How can I trust you if you don’t trust me?” He leans forward, raising the scalpel up.
 
I close my eyes. Even with my eyes clamped shut, I feel like the world is spinning. Will it hurt? Will I feel it at all? I feel the coldness of the blade running up my leg and his hand loosens over my mouth. God, is he cutting me along my side? I feel faint. I can’t take it.
 
“P-please make it quick,” I whisper.
 
 
WARNING: This book is provocative. Read at your own risk.