Wild Fire (Book II)

Into The Void

WARNING!!!* Female abuse/rape themes. This chapter was hard to write and for those who have this trigger do not read. Clayton is a truly evil character and is depicted that way. If you wana see how his story ends, please go back and read the first book, sacred scars. :) Ok my tough of heart ones, lets go hate this pos together shall we?

     The first few nights Clayton seemed to be satisfied just to hold her. But there was already rumor in the air that they would be making the trip to Dutch's cabin before long and the news of such seemed to stir the evil within him. He was angry. And for whatever reason the exchange seemed to be her fault. Many times, he had walked in after speaking with Colm and curses bubbled like lightning in the air. He fed her very little. Just enough, it seemed, to keep her alive and weak against him.

     Food platters had been tossed over her head dowsing her in slimy residue. Her dress was filthy now from the cowboy, his clean body long gone from the bath, pressed against her each night grinding the filth of the day into her already wretched dress. It was as if he was trying to draw her into him somehow. Angry, but hungry to touch her. She could feel the absent slide of his fingers over her skin. The long digits stroking her arms and shoulders and neck when he was calm and considered her precious. Then just as quickly he would burst into the room the next day and strike her across the face, kneeling instantly and making sure he didn't leave a mark. This happened all through the night and day sometimes. Vicious outbursts and loving swaddling arms. Over and over until Emma felt she would go mad from it.

     Finally, it was the night before the journey to the cabin. Emma could not sleep. Clayton's breath huffed over her shoulder thick with whiskey. It had been an exceptionally painful day. He had hit her too hard splintering her lip and the sting of it sill buzzed along her mouth as he held her. She didn't think it were possible to cry any more. Her eyes were a never-ending fountain of tears since the day he brought here. She flinched whenever he was near. The rough cords of her roped limbs, raw and whelped where he had decided to leave them. Would it ever end?

     She shut her darkened eyes to the ceiling above, its long cracks she had counted over a hundred times now. She just needed sleep. If she could just sleep. But then behind her she felt him stir. He was looking at her now, she just knew it. His serpent eyes taking in the matts of her hair. She felt him lift a wavering hand and pet her gently. "Our last night together my lil' doll." His voice sounded almost sad, breath reeking across her ear. "I know you can hear me sweetheart. I can feel that heart of yours just a beatin'"

     Emma swallowed hard, not making a sound. She felt him shift up on his elbow looking down at her as she pretended and closed her eyes. He leaned his face in close, kissing her temple with a soft lingering brush of purposed lips. "I'm gonna give you the nicest going away present ever baby. You'll remember me, won't you? Remember who held you, who touched you in the middle of the night? I'm gonna make sure you do." His words were a grumbled slur. But as he spoke Emma felt the man reaching his hand down sliding it along her side and over her hip that pressed against him. He reached further, gathering the torn shreds of her dress, hiking them up to her waist.

Emma stopped pretending.

     "Clayton don't." She mumbled the whimper. She could hear, rather than see the grin split his sour mouth. "She is awake. You just hold realll still for me darlin. I'm gonna make you feel so good girl." He slid his hand downward and across the stretch of her thigh. Thick fingers stroked along the inner crease of her leg just outside her center. Now she was really, awake.

      She thrashed against him pulling away as best she could within her binds. But Clayton just pressed her close again, flattening his hand against her pelvis and grinding his hard erection into her back. "Shh shh shh. Always fighting me girl. You're gonna hurt yourself. I've warned you of that." He cooed into her ear, lacing a finger under her panties and sliding the tip of the pad against the soft slit.