Sex, Slaves and Silhouettes

Sex, Slaves and Silhouettes

by Jane Brooke

A stunning, waif blond British female is abducted by a mysterious man at the train station in Paris. Thus, in a Paris warehouse she is taken on a sexual journey of unfathomable pain, pathos, humiliation by what appears to be a serial killer, or worse a complete and deranged power provocateur. It is, with the fact in mind that some females need flowers and dinner for sexual fulfillment and others need handcuffs and a crop a story that read to its end is nothing as it seems and in that end is touching to say the least.

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'Princess gawked at the razor and there was no joy in her eyes. Pressing it to her throat she grabbed a tuft of blond and ripped her hair back. The abductor stared at her blue veins that looked like aqueducts, flowing blood, throbbing in her neck, pulsing as her jugular did a Samba dance. She heard gurgles, nicked her, she shuttered and whimpered, demons were in her eyes. Nuances and shadows, that was all the abductor wanted for her, nothing tragic and final now. Not now, just a razors nick, just for her to see her own blood'