Rainey & Radovas (part deux)
Well, actually part 5 or 6 but who's counting? It's been a week or more since I posted a blog here & for good reason my dear Goodreaders: I've been writing new material! Here's a tidbit from the follow-on scene - follows onto the long and violent snippet where Radovas breaks out the pliers.
Rainey is so damned feisty for a man who's lying naked on a concrete floor, arms bound behind him, balls literally crushed with pliers, after being beaten to a pulp and practically drowning in his own bodily fluids. Yet he wouldn't be Charles "Rainey" Rainford if he didn't just ASK to get hit again, now would he? And don't forget that Rainey has a filthy (though very kissable) potty mouth so if expletives shock or offend you, do not read on.
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“You can see this, yes?”
Rainey eyeballed the phone, making a show of moving his face around to get his good eye a clear view of it and she pulled it back a little. The little cell phone was in power saver mode but displaying the date and time—God, he’d been in Dublin less than twelve hours ago! She’d done all this to him in less than twelve hours? Jesus. He’d been sure it had been closer to twice that long. He really needed to get the fuck out of here, and soon!
Rainey said carefully, “I see your phone.” Then added, “You know, you haven’t got much service in here and your battery’s almost dead.”
She snatched the phone back and stood up to turn it around and check for herself. He had to fight back the chuckle, but was sure his eyes were smiling. Well, his right eye. Good to know she was still that easy to fuck with, even in his diminished capacity.
She looked down at him and snapped, “There is much signal and battery is full.” She shifted to an accusatory tone and said, “You lie with me.”
He’d regret saying it, he was sure, but he couldn’t resist her bad grammar setting up the joke for him. He told her, “I don’t think you can afford to lie with me, Kate. I charge extra for drawing blood and since you’re getting off on it so easily—”
She kicked at his good hip with her left foot. The pain from his balls took his breath away and stopped him from finishing the thought. Obviously, she was not amused. He bared his teeth to smile through the pain. She fidgeted with the Glock in her right hand and speed-dialed with the left, then hit the speaker and pointed it right at him so he could hear it ringing.
Triumphant, she said, “You will not be so fucking funny in five minutes, Karlinotchka.”
He didn't think he was so fucking funny right now, but he was glad she thought he did. She was definitely going to be a pleasure to kill. Slowly.
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-sry
Sarah R. Yoffa
Rainey is so damned feisty for a man who's lying naked on a concrete floor, arms bound behind him, balls literally crushed with pliers, after being beaten to a pulp and practically drowning in his own bodily fluids. Yet he wouldn't be Charles "Rainey" Rainford if he didn't just ASK to get hit again, now would he? And don't forget that Rainey has a filthy (though very kissable) potty mouth so if expletives shock or offend you, do not read on.
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“You can see this, yes?”
Rainey eyeballed the phone, making a show of moving his face around to get his good eye a clear view of it and she pulled it back a little. The little cell phone was in power saver mode but displaying the date and time—God, he’d been in Dublin less than twelve hours ago! She’d done all this to him in less than twelve hours? Jesus. He’d been sure it had been closer to twice that long. He really needed to get the fuck out of here, and soon!
Rainey said carefully, “I see your phone.” Then added, “You know, you haven’t got much service in here and your battery’s almost dead.”
She snatched the phone back and stood up to turn it around and check for herself. He had to fight back the chuckle, but was sure his eyes were smiling. Well, his right eye. Good to know she was still that easy to fuck with, even in his diminished capacity.
She looked down at him and snapped, “There is much signal and battery is full.” She shifted to an accusatory tone and said, “You lie with me.”
He’d regret saying it, he was sure, but he couldn’t resist her bad grammar setting up the joke for him. He told her, “I don’t think you can afford to lie with me, Kate. I charge extra for drawing blood and since you’re getting off on it so easily—”
She kicked at his good hip with her left foot. The pain from his balls took his breath away and stopped him from finishing the thought. Obviously, she was not amused. He bared his teeth to smile through the pain. She fidgeted with the Glock in her right hand and speed-dialed with the left, then hit the speaker and pointed it right at him so he could hear it ringing.
Triumphant, she said, “You will not be so fucking funny in five minutes, Karlinotchka.”
He didn't think he was so fucking funny right now, but he was glad she thought he did. She was definitely going to be a pleasure to kill. Slowly.
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-sry
Sarah R. Yoffa
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hi! were would I find the whole story? love it!
I was very quickly engaged and wanted to know more about the story. How did Rainey end up in this situation? How the hell is he going to survive or get out of this predicament? I also wanted to know more about the characters. What exactly is Rainey's profession? What is his sense of humor like under "normal" circumstances?
I’m definitely not into torture, or non-consensual pain, and yet there was still something very arousing about this scene. I happen to enjoy reading about a couple of kinks (BDSM, capture) that might make me a bit unique as readers go. The very fact that Rainey was helpless to stop what was happening to him and couldn’t prevent his response made it delicious. I couldn’t tell who or what was responsible for his lack of control over his responses, and perhaps it truly was the combination; however, I like to imagine that Viktor’s, ah, stimulation may have been that something extra he couldn’t ignore.
Very nice – hope to see more!