Violence Against Women
Since violence against women is a topic some find offensive to read about I do not want readers to be surprised when they come across it in my Secrets, Choices and Redemption Series.
Here are some excerpts from the the books that contain violence against woen so their will be no surprises for the reader.
Excerpt of a violent scene in Captive
He glares at me with dark blue dangerous eyes, "what is wrong here? Are they dead?"
"No, not dead, just tired." My voice is hard and filled with rage.
"No sleep, no rest 'till I say so. Get them up and get back into line." He pointed his long arm, the size of a tree trunk towards the slow moving stragglers trying to keep up. Their clothes are rags, their hair grey with dust and their tears have left tracks of cracked mud stuck to their faces. These are my people and I don't recognize them.
"No, need rest, all need rest." I point to the line of tired worn out people. "’Less we are meant to walk 'till we dead, if so kill us now." I stand up to my full height and look him right in the eye, daring him to disagree.
His huge hand came up fast and the blow knocks me off my feet into the dirt. He steps over me grabbing both kids and takes them towards the column of people. I get up ignoring the pain in my face and run for my babies. I jump on his back hitting him as hard as I can, screaming, biting and kicking. He shrugs me off and keeps going, like I am only a bug. I try again, this time getting in front of him and hissing. "don na touch ma kids."
He only laughs and hands them over to a man herding my people along. I start toward the kids and his hand tangles in my long thick black hair, as he yanks me away from them, dragging me towards the trees. I try to get back on my feet to ease the pain from my hair being pulled out by the roots.
"You stupid woman. Now what am I supposed to do with you? Choices, choices, what choices are there?"
I lie on the ground holding my traumatized scalp. A huge dirty boot presses on my chest forcing my body into the dirt, like I am a bug to be stamped to death. I squirm but the more I squirm, the more weight he applies.
"I can crush your rib cage, puncturing your lungs and let you choke on your own blood. I could strangle you with my bare hands. Watch you die. I could just stab you and leave your body here to rot. However, you are worth nothing dead and you could be worth a lot alive." He pauses. "Hmmm, I choose, not to kill you. Now I am left with 2 choices: Beat you or to leave you with a warning. Which choice shall I make?"
I look him in the eye and don't move a muscle. I won’t let him see fear. I look directly into his cold hard eyes with defiance. He just stands there, thinking, studying me like I’m something he’s never seen before, an animal. I don’t move. I wait. He moves his head to the side, a look of curiosity comes over his features and then he has made a decision. I can see it in his face. I hold my breath.
"If I leave you unpunished others will fight me and I don't want that, so, I must choose to beat you, but not too much, you still have value."
He bends over and takes the front of my doe hide dress in his big meaty hand hauling me to my feet. Before I can take a breath and balance myself, his fist drives into my stomach, knocking any air left out. I can’t take a breath. I can’t scream. Then he slaps me again and again hard enough to leave ugly bruises. My whole head is jarred by each strike, my face is one sharp hot pain and then when he finally finishes beating me, he throws me onto to the ground. Tosses me like I’m waste.
"You are a woman filled with courage and fight, but you fight the wrong battles. You do not think. We will talk again soon. The next time you feel like fighting, don't. I will not be so merciful next time."
Violent Excerpt from Bound
At first Mary pulls back, fights the idea, struggles. Whenever she thinks of only her comfort, her wants, or her needs I bring the spoon down hard onto her backside and she screams out in pain. My desire builds with every scream.
I play with her pleasure button. I use the tools Rosa has provided to penetrate her, build her desire, and bring her to climax. I don’t stop. I slap her. I hurt her. I pleasure her. I watch Rosa’s face as I do. If Rosa’s face shows desire I reward Mary with desire. If Rosa’s face shows nothing I hit Mary with the spoon or whip.
Finally, Mary relents and is doing everything right, no rebelling, no fighting. I watch Rosa as she looks me in the eye, her face full of desire, her eyes full of need, her mouth forms the silent word ‘now’ and I stand up to free my hard cock. I position myself just right and plunged my hardness inside Mary from behind. I nearly come right then it feels so good. Once I’m deep inside her, Mary stops pleasuring Rosa and tries to pull herself away. I grab her hair shoving her face back into Rosa’s pussy while I go deeper.
"Did I tell you could stop, bitch?"
Rosa screams out and I can see that she’s coming. I pick up speed, placing my hands on Mary’s hips, and pound harder into Mary. I slap her ass. Nothing. I pull her hair hard she screams out in pain and I find release.
I lie down beside Rosa, enjoying the after effects of my orgasm.
"Now clean us up Mary, water and clothes are there, bathe us." Rosa says.