Unbearable by Alaska Angelini
In the eyes of society, I’m the perfect man. Charitable, kind hearted…a role model to all.
For the ones seeking death, I’m their salvation. They think
when they come to my door that I’ll assist with the one thing they’re afraid to
do alone. Die. Little do they know, I have a lot more in store than a one way
ticket to heaven or hell. Four weeks of being my slave and I’ll grant their
suicidal wish…or so they think.
When Death sought Diane, I wasn’t leaving her a choice to
seek out my help. Her pain and determination was more than I’d ever seen and I
knew I was the only one who could save her. Even if it meant becoming the hell
she was so desperate to escape.
But will it be enough to make her choose life? Will I be
able to let her go when she gets better? Or will the Master in me deny freedom
to the perfect slave?
WARNING: THIS IS A
DARK EROTIC ROMANCE AND CONTAINS DISTURBING SITUATIONS, DUBIOUS CONSENT,
EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT, AND VERY GRAPHIC LANGUAGE. (Also includes knife
play/blood play, consensual cutting, and breath play. If you are not
comfortable with these situations, DO NOT read this book!
Excerpt:
“Your death will come when I say. Maybe sooner than you
think. Maybe years from now. You’re the worst fucking slave I’ve ever had. You
don’t listen for shit. Why should I give you what you want? You deserve
nothing. What gives you the right for a sense of entitlement? Nothing,” I
exploded.
“You’re already dead, remember? I fucking killed you when you walked
through my door. What you suffered with your family is great, but not more than
others have had to endure. I meant to show you that, but you’ve ruined it.”
A sob broke through, a scream taking over it at the end. Her
head shook back and forth and I grabbed it, holding her still to look up at me.
“You want to be free, then become my slave for real. Bend to
my every command. Address me as you’re meant to.” I licked over her bottom lip
and she trembled underneath me. “You bow to me and I will grant your wish.”
“I hate you,” she gritted out. “I hate you!”
A laugh did come then. “I didn’t expect you to make it easy,
but if you want death, you’ll endure the perils of hell first. The only way to
experience the true meaning of that is to survive what I have in store. The
real me. The one you’ve only caught glimpses of. And not just sexually, either.
It’s that, or you can rot away in this room until you die of old age. No one
will look for you, Diane. As far as anyone is concerned, you either ran away or
offed yourself where no one could find you. They already expect it. They’ll
never know to look here. If Jaime comes to your pretty little mind and you
think him picking you up will lead police to where you are, you’re wasting your
time. He dropped you off at your new safehouse. Doreen will testify to you
showing up. But then, you left.”
She jerked.
“You left and disappeared, slave. You’re dead,” I whispered.
“Just like you wanted to be.”
“I want you dead. I’ll kill you,” she exploded. “I’ll
fucking—”
“You’ll what?” My fingers pushed in harder until she was
crying out. “You’ll obey is what you’ll do. Now, say it. Say I’m your Master.”
A long, heartbreaking sound had the crying coming back.
“Speak.” My hand slapped her face — not hard enough to hurt
her, but definitely enough to bring her back around.
“Never. Fucking, never.”
I ripped her from the bed, wrapping my arm around her throat
as I let her toes search the ground for footing. I knew I was choking her, but
she could still get air. Nails tore into my arm as I walked over and grabbed
the remote. As I hit the buttons, changing the disc, Diane began to still in my
arms. I knew she thought I was putting on more grisly suicides, but she was
wrong. So fucking wrong.
Laughter filled the room, the sweet sound of a child. Her
child. Weight pulled against my arm as her legs temporarily gave out. Like
someone had hooked her to life support, she turned into a mad woman, giving me
the fight of my life as she tried to flee.
“Mommy! Look!” Dark curls bounced as Caylee ran closer to
the handheld camera, holding up a new doll. Wrapping paper was everywhere on
the floor and the blue, red, green, and white lights from the tree blurred in
the background.
“Look at that, Caylee.” Diane walked onto the screen and a
man laughed. The voice was close and it was evident he was the one holding the
camera.
“No more,” she said, slowing. Sobs were shaking her so hard
that I felt them deep within my soul. Fingers pushed into my bloody skin,
holding on for dear life. The pain I had felt only moments ago was nonexistent
as I watched her heart break right in front of me.
My grip loosened as I pushed her to her knees and positioned
myself behind her, still keeping my arm around her throat, just in case.
“Kneeling is crucial. I expect you to do this for me. Now,
embrace your memories, slave. That’s your daughter. You turning your back on
her is the worst thing you can do. Face your fears,” I said, turning my voice
into a whisperer. “Look at how beautiful she is.”
Weight rested into me as she continued to hold on and watch.
The fight in her was gone as she stared at the TV, crying. The contrast of the
laughter and sobs broke through my walls and I made my other arm wrap around
her stomach as I pulled her closer between my thighs. To have seen her, to have
known her in her happy past, to have had something like that for myself…
About the Author:
Alaska is an erotic BDSM author who also goes by the pen
names Jennifer Salaiz and Jenny May. She lives in the SF Bay area...for now.
She's a dreamer, and longs for the day when her husband and kids can load up in
the car and drive until their hearts' content. Adventure and discovering new
places play a huge role in Alaska's life. It drives her, and feeds the
creativity of coming up with new locations for her stories.
Within the last two years, Alaska and her family have drove
across the country twice, and also drove the distance from Texas to California
three times. Asked, if she could choose one place to permanently settle down,
where it would be, Alaska laughed. "Montana, today. Tomorrow, it may be
Alaska, again. I go back and forth."
When Alaska's not dreaming of spontaneously hitting the road
to find a new place to write about, she's being a mother and wife. If you're
looking to connect with her to learn more, feel free to email her at
alaska_angelini@yahoo.com, or find her on Facebook. You can also stop by her
website jennymayauthor.com.
Holy hell!!! This book was totally hot. When I started reading it, I was not sure how the story was going to evolve. It did and wow! I must admit I was squirming in one area. Not enough to stop reading though. The story, for me was very original. Diane had no idea that wanting to die was going to change her life. This read is not for the faint of heart. Some very emotional topics and ideas are covered. It's very fast paced and never a dull moment. You can't wait to go to the next page and discover what's next.
I did feel the ending was a bit rushed but it worked. I wanted to see a bit more fight in Diane.(grab it and you'll see what I mean).
Overall a great read.
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