Misty Effect (eBook)
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2023
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246 Seiten
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978-1-6678-8759-3 (ISBN)
246 Seiten
Bookbaby (Verlag)
978-1-6678-8759-3 (ISBN)
The Misty Effect can be best described as a romantic, thriller fantasy.
The Misty Effect can be best described as a romantic, thriller fantasy. In chapter one, you meet Misty as she arises with her lover, Saris, to happily greet the day. Soon, however, maelstrom ensues, as Misty fights these violent encounters, it ultimately becomes clear that this is all part of a larger battle and one on which the fate of the Earth and humanity hinges.
The Misty Effect can be best described as a romantic, thriller fantasy. In chapter one, you meet Misty as she arises with her lover, Saris, to happily greet the day. Soon, however, maelstrom ensues, as Misty fights these violent encounters, it ultimately becomes clear that this is all part of a larger battle and one on which the fate of the Earth and humanity hinges.
PROLOGUE
Summer 2005
He had been stalking her for months.
Grief plagued Savannah. It felt like locusts shielding the sunlight and then eating away at her until nothing was left but a dull, emotionless automaton carrying out the duties of life. For two weeks, the image would flash up: her best friend entangled in the metal clunk of what had been two cars. That would drum up the grief, then the locusts, followed by the numbness—all on repeat.
Turning the diner’s sign over to “Closed,” Savannah had just muddled through another grueling twelve-hour shift. Beyond exhausted, she stepped outside, into the steam bath that is the North Carolina coast. The heat was just another spice in her recipe of despair. Like every night for the past two weeks, Savannah’s car essentially drove her home. She half-obeyed lights and signs until she absently turned into the condominium parking lot.
He watched her from a parked sedan. The burning light of his cigarette would give an onlooker the only indication someone was inside. But no one paid attention; anyone around was busy with their own life.
She slammed the car door, and the humid night blanketed her again. Across the street was a neighborhood ABC store that Savannah couldn’t resist. She left the liquor store with a brown paper bag concealing the vodka she planned on drowning in. Keys rang their metal tune until one of them opened the door into her colorless condo. Savannah flung them onto the kitchen countertop and exhaled: she was off from work tomorrow.
Eager to get the alcohol in her system, she left the front door wide open. Orange juice filled the glass, stopping at about an inch. Vodka made up the rest. She stirred her drink and threw the spoon into the sink. Savannah gulped the mixed drink like she’d been caught in the hot desert sun all day without water.
He quietly entered the condo while Savannah was only a few feet from the door. The knife he held reflected the light along its sharp blade. David licked his lips in excitement. For years, he had wanted to murder someone. Now was his chance.
Savannah felt the sultry heat entering her condo. Her eyes found the culprit—her neglected front door. She stomped over and slammed it. Slightly bothered by her carelessness, she was too tired to let it weigh on her for more than a second. What she craved now was a long, mindless shower.
In the narrow hallway, she stripped off the stench of a hard day’s work. While undressing, she continued to chug away at her strong beverage. Eager to consume the last drop of liquid and pull off her last piece of clothing, Savannah achieved both at the same time.
David admired her skin because it looked untouched. He stood behind a chest-high house plant that didn’t hide him well, but he didn’t care about getting caught. The upper hand belonged to him; her short, skinny form was no match for his strength. His was not the gym body most men wished to have, but a brute muscular frame a survivalist would envy. His hands could effortlessly take on any large, ravenous animal, like a wolf.
Savannah left the hall behind, and the dark bathroom came alive with light and then water. The cheap shower curtain billowed out as her elbows hit it. The plastic drapery wasn’t transparent, but she could see a dark shadow moving toward her.
Her head began to swim from the stiff drink she had made, but she understood the approaching figure was no figment of her imagination nor the result of being drunk. This figure was real and present. With a stranger creeping closer and closer, hopelessness took over the space in Savannah where fear should lie.
With no fight in her, Savannah pulled back the liner and laid eyes upon the hulking intruder. She invited him, “If you’re here to kill me, go ahead. I have nothing to live for.” Not a single drop of fear came out of her words.
David stopped a few steps short. He didn’t know what to make of her statement. She had taken away much of the thrill of killing her. He still wanted to—but less so than before.
Savannah thought back through her short life, Next month, she would be twenty-three. Already, all those who mattered to her were gone. Even her sex life was sad. She had had two awkward encounters with two different boyfriends that hadn’t lasted more than a few weeks. She had prioritized other things in her life besides seeking a man.
Now, her eyes scanning this beast of a man, Savannah wanted something. By this point, the steamy mist from the shower had filled the little bathroom. She realized he had closed the door behind him. He held a long sharp knife—the blade shone.
Then she knew what she wanted, in the few minutes left to her. The words fell seductively from her lips. “But before you kill me,” she asked, “can you give me something I’ve never had before? A climax?”
She didn’t expect him to answer. Savannah watched his steely green eyes seemingly snub her request. In return, with nothing to lose, she gave David a wanton look. After a few seconds, his murderous, scorching glare subsided to a different heat. Within him, sexual energy ignited.
David barreled toward Savannah, keeping a tight grip on his knife. She shrank into the shower’s dissipating steam as the spraying water grew cold. Expecting death or sex, Savannah thought either would be welcome.
David lifted Savannah, gripping her upper arms. Her nude body slapped against the cold tile. Holding onto the blade, he pressed the sharp metal side by side against her arm, creating a silver valley in her skin. He squeezed and pulled her slightly forward for a kiss, but that caused the knife to pierce the valley’s edge. A red line formed. His mouth enveloped her thin lips.
The kiss was unrestrained.
She reciprocated with her tongue, finding a dance with his. The cuts continued deeper along her arm. She moaned at the pain and at the pleasure.
David felt Savannah’s warm blood run down his palm. He withdrew his kiss, bordering on sloppy, removed one of his hands from Savannah, and placed the knife in his back pocket.
Blood dribbled down Savannah’s arm. With callous fingers, David smeared the rosy liquid over her skin. His index finger entered her mouth.
As she tasted her blood, Savannah thrilled to the delicate dance between killer and victim. She felt more alive than ever.
She bit his finger, hard enough to bring enough pain to elicit some kind of barbaric response. Savannah wanted to be slapped or punished in some way.
Withdrawing his finger, David did just that. The forceful slap stung her face. Her eyes watered.
Both now entirely aroused, David lifted Savannah by her tiny ass and carried her to her bedroom. He threw her onto the little bed and crawled on top. His husky body pressed hers into the mattress. She didn’t mind. She felt like she was being hugged. She wanted desperately to be wanted—even if it was from a murderous stranger, and even if his desire was fleeting.
Missionary sex proceeded, first in a dying-of-hunger way, finally in a being-fed way. Both wanted it so badly that all grace went out the window. Only savagery twisted the bedsheets beneath them. Both achieved orgasm in a wet clash that left the nerves in their legs twitching. David stayed inside her until she fell asleep, which was less than a minute. The combination of booze and sex conked her out.
Savannah didn’t dream.
Savannah awoke in David’s embrace. The morning sunlight cut through the blinds and streaked in ribbons across her bedroom. Her head pounded. The events of the night before came into focus. Last night, she’d had sex with a man who’d planned to kill her. Savannah lay in bed in a frozen panic, controlling her breathing. She wanted to fly out of the room and away from this man. Contrary to her resignation last night, she no longer wanted to die. She wanted to live.
How to get out of this situation? Savannah posed the question in her mind. She remembered the knife the man had, cringing at the thought that he could stab her at any moment. Maybe he’s just waiting for me to wake up before he kills me, Savannah guessed. With her nervous system pulsing, she acted by rolling carefully onto her side to face him.
His eyes were wide open, like he’d been waiting hours for her to rise.
Savannah forced a smile. “Good morning. Last night was fun,” she could detect a hint of fakery in her voice.
So could David.
She instantly recognized that he still wanted to kill her.
Savannah leaped off the bed and landed in front of the sliding glass door to her patio. She flung it open and thrust herself out, slamming the door behind her and screaming into the parking lot.
“Helllllllp!!!” With no way to lock it from the outside, she held the door handle closed. The patio was screened, offering her no quick escape. She would have to tear through the screen.
A neighbor was headed to his car when her scream stopped him in his tracks. The young man spun around to face Savannah, standing a few feet away from her patio. Their eyes met. “How can I help?”
“A man is about to kill me,” Savannah said, breathless in her desperation. “He’s inside my condo!”
The sliding door began to tug back from her grip.
Through the glass...
| Erscheint lt. Verlag | 24.1.2023 |
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| Sprache | englisch |
| Themenwelt | Literatur ► Fantasy / Science Fiction ► Fantasy |
| ISBN-10 | 1-6678-8759-9 / 1667887599 |
| ISBN-13 | 978-1-6678-8759-3 / 9781667887593 |
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