ABOUT THE BOOK
In this second part of the “Stream Liner” series Vanessa has left the town of Littleworth with out her beloved brother Lee. She would always have to be on her guard, living in fear with her new born baby “Aaron”. She knew he was special, so special in fact that his father “The Stream Liner” would watch over them and wait, soon it would be time to show his presence and re-claim his off spring. With a serial killer on the loose plus the fear of losing her only son, Vanessa will do everything in her power to protect what is rightfully hers Aaron on the other hand has no such fears, he grows stronger by the day, he can feel the presence of his father and longs for his appearance. The Stream Liner knows what he wants and nothing will stand in his way, not a serial killer that’s for sure and certainly not the carrier of his off spring.
CHAPTER FIVE Peek at Stream Liner Meets the Devils Spawn
The look of sheer terror in her eyes turned him on. He was getting off just looking at the gag in her mouth. He could hear muffled screams—exquisite, he thought! The bounds on her wrists and ankles were cutting through her like a knife. The more she struggled the more it hurt. She could see her attacker: he looked calm, too calm. He was tall, quite slim, and she could smell his aftershave; she could not see his face too well as the light was very faint in the room. She squinted at him as he took out a knife. It glistened as the dim light caught the blade.She looked on in total disbelief! He approached her and she struggled even harder. She could feel the warmth of blood dripping down her arms and feet—the restraints were doing their job. He ran the edge of the blade along her naked body. She froze. She wanted to close her eyes but she couldn't, she was helpless. He took a deep breath. He could smell fear, it smelled good. He again looked into her eyes; he was pleased, she hadn't closed them—that would have been a great disappointment to him for he wanted to see as much fear in those beautiful eyes as he could. He pressed the knife in such a way that it only just penetrated the skin. He was an expert: he had done this many times. He wanted his fun, and the longer he kept her alive the better.It hadn't always been this good. At the beginning he used to get carried away, the pressure of the knife too hard, too deep, too fast, and then it was all over far too soon. It made him angry and he was left with disgust for himself. But that was then and this was now; now he knew what he was doing, now he wasn't going to get carried away; no, this time he was going to make the most of it: no more silly mistakes. She screamed as best she could with the gag in her mouth and for all she was worth; she looked at her restraints as she pulled on them with all her might. She looked defeated. She realised she was not going to be able to break free, but she had too, for the alternative was unimaginable; she couldn't give up, she had to get free. The pain in her wrists and ankles seemed to stop; she had a new pain now and it was travelling from her navel to her breasts.He had cut her! She looked down at her stomach and saw blood, her blood…
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