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Silent Mysteries - Discover the Mystery of Kyra...

Copyright © Reg. # TXu - 928 -068 December 3, 1999 by Leanne Elise Smith

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Episode 6 - The Attack...

Abandoned Cabin:

Cassandra struggled beneath Phillip for all she was worth. Her arms shoving at him, her hands clawing his flesh each time they neared his skin. But as hard as she fought, Phillip was mindless with lust.

He'd torn her blouse open, forcibly pulling her underclothes off of her legs. Her efforts to fight his insane assault only seemed to goad him on as his groans of sickening pleasure continued to erupt in the room. The sound of it was fairly muted by Cassandra's outraged screams. It increased her feeling of helplessness with each passing second.

Phillip had been mindless in his attack on her from the moment he'd sealed the cabin door shut. She had known fear in that moment as she'd never experienced before. And, now as he pinned her arms to the mattress, spreading her legs, she felt her mind numbing in a most familiar way as she ultimately accepted there would be no salvation from what this man was demanding from her.

A savage snarl curled his lips as he leered down at her. So consumed by the final culmination of the fantasy his mind had woven, Phillip had no time to react when the front door came crashing open. His drunken mind scarcely had a second to acknowledge the vice-like grip that suddenly locked on his shoulder.

Cassandra had heard the door crashing against the wall and her dazed eyes were pierced by the light that suddenly invaded the room. It was only at that final moment that she caught a glimpse of the ice-blue eyes that swiftly appeared over Phillips shoulder.

Feeling naught in his gut by contempt and rage, Blake had kicked in the door with one blow. Witnessing the ultimate sacrilege playing out inside the room, Blake stormed to the bed and ripped the half-clothed man off of Cassandra. His eyes scorched hers for but an instant before he resumed the role he'd been playing for years in the King's brigade.

Assigning himself judge, jury and executioner for what he had witnessed, Blake proceeded to throw Phillip to the ground. His brandished sword sliced through the air, severing the major arteries in Phillip's throat before the man even saw it coming.

Blake watched without blinking as Phillip hit the ground, the life's blood flowing out of his trembling body. It seemed an eternity passed before all was finally still, although Blake knew it had really been less than a minute. Still, sweat glistened on his forehead as he slowly stood back, wondering how long it had been since he had taken his last breath. He inhaled deeply as he turned away from Phillip altogether.

His head twisted as his eyes flew to examine the woman who now lay huddled on the bed in a corner of the room. Cassandra had curled up to face away from them, her body heaving in long sobs of fear as she shook desperately.

Just as he was about to step closer, he heard the rustling of the leaves in the distance. Trying to save Cassandra further pain and embarrassment, Blake strode to the door to head off the men who were nearly at the steps now.

His hand held out for them to wait until Caleb arrived. He said nothing, but his eyes warned away anyone who would try to enter the room to see Cassandra so completely disheveled.

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Silent Mysteries - First Edition: January 2008 / ISBN #978-0-9815094-0-2

Copyright © Reg. # TXu - 928 - 068 December 3, 1999 by Leanne Elise Smith