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SYNOPSIS
In this final volume of the OSIRIS trilogy, the slave Monique attempts to bring down the empire of sex, torture and degradation that has victimized so many innocent women. She knows the stakes...success or a death too horrible to imagine!
EXTRACT
She may have passed out. She couldn’t tell. The next thing she was aware of was a fiery
tongue of flame burning into her bowels like a welder’s torch. She didn’t have the
strength to scream. But her ravaged mind slowly began to assemble rational thought and she
realized that the pain was in her rectum and she felt it as separate only because the pain
around it was subsiding. After several more minutes — or hours, it was hard to tell — she
was able to endure the pain of opening her undamaged eye just a crack. Her head was
hanging down and the first thing she saw was her naked body shiny with sweat that was
running in streams down the surface of her skin, dripping off the tips of her nipples and
sliding off her knees where her legs were buckled. She was hanging from her wrists and was
too weak to straighten her legs and stand up. Perspiration ran into her eye, blurring her
vision, making her eyelashes heavy. It dripped steadily off her nose and her chin. She
saw blood splattering on to her right breast. It must be coming from her mouth, she
decided. They had lashed her up here to keep her from tearing off her skin and gouging out
her own eyes, or smashing her head against any object she could find to end her torment.
But they had failed to put a gag in her mouth and she must have chewed up her tongue or
her lips. She licked her lips carefully and was relieved to discover that she still had
both tongue and lips, although she tasted lots of blood. She noted that her breathing was
shallow, but when she tried to draw in a lungful of air a ferocious pain stabbed her in
the lower rib cage prompting a small involuntary yelp.
“Conscious again are we?” rumbled a male voice behind her. The sound bored painfully into
her still overly sensitized eardrums. She whimpered, still not in control of her tortured
mind or reflexes. She suddenly realized that her entire body was trembling and she
couldn’t stop it. Tears were flowing from the corners of her eyes, mingling with the
sweat laving her body. She tried to speak but it hurt too much.
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