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I’ve been busy, off the computer and on. Lots of research and lots of writing. Yes, there will be a book four. *le sigh* Anna & Liam will go to the Congo. AFTER they help Elsie! I’ve had that book planned for a while and I’m not putting it off. *laughs*
Meanwhile, it’s photo-blog day! I have lots of pictures taken from all over the place around here.
Isn’t it great? I love the cottage. Hell, I love just being able to go outside. I can’t do that in my apartment. There’s a 2-bedroom apartment for rent in a nearby town that is the same as I’m paying now and IT has a *balcony*!! But that screws up my custody agreement so, for now, as long as Peter puts up with me in His life, I will work outside on the weekends when the weather permits.
And yes, that’s a stuffed polar bear, a knife and another blade. The other blade is a broken saw blade; both were part of my research for the day.
This is yesterday’s work space. 😀
We were cycling yesterday and Peter said I had to see the old gardens in the community our friend Goldi lives in. So we went to look. Beside the plot of land is a nature trail. Of course I had to take advantage of both.
The next two pics are my very favourites of the day.
This pic here… I couldn’t see the view screen. *laughs* I couldn’t remember what poison ivy looked like (beyond “it has THREE leaves!”) so I refused to kneel down to look at what I was taking a picture of. It came out beautifully, didn’t it?
After our walk in the woods we got back on our bikes and went tooling around out of the community and to the strip. Grand Bend is a tourist community on the coast of Lake Huron. We have beautiful beaches – which is why I like taking so many pictures there. We hit the strip, coasted down the hill and ended up in the sand. With books.
Peter keeps threatening to put a level on my camera. He says the water is going to run right out of the pic! I told him it’s not *my* fault the lake is crooked. 😀
Two last pictures and then we’re off for a bike ride.
His eye looks like half a globe or like those thousand flower glass paperweights. All the colour and substance seems to be the base of his eye covered by the thinnest, most delicate of glass domes. It is fascinating. But getting a picture at the right angle of a cat who doesn’t like cameras OR people near his whiskers is difficult. Nevertheless, I think this picture came out well.
And I’m out. We are preparing to go spend another afternoon on our bicycles.
First, a little teaser. Skeena has discovered that there is a plot against her and that Sarah is on the wrong side (in other words, any side Skeena’s not on).
Skeena realized something was up when her food began to disappear. They stopped kowtowing and started standing straighter just before they started refusing to come when summoned. She called Sarah to her rooms.
“Yes, my Prince?” Sarah was a consummate actress. She knew what was coming but she worked damn hard to make sure it never showed in her eyes or attitude.
“Why are the dogs and cats suddenly refusing to feed me?”
Fuck! thought Sarah. Idiots! Outwardly she shrugged. “I have no idea, Prince. Perhaps the ones you have summoned do not have the blood to give and need fed and some rest?” As soon as the question was out of her mouth she watched to snatch it out of the air. It was openly critical, not something the other took too well.
Skeena was on her in a flash. She slammed Sarah against the wall, one hand on her throat, crushing her windpipe. She couldn’t kill Sarah that way and they both knew it, but it hurt like hell. They both knew that too. Snarling and ever paranoid, Skeena searched Sarah’s eyes. “You have always been loyal to me Sarah MacLean. Do not make any mistakes now.”
Sarah was unable to keep the hatred out of her eyes and what was left of her voice. “Your end is coming, you controlling cow. Did you really think you could act this way forever?” Her words were hoarse but she knew the Prince heard her well.
“Only one person has the ability to pull off a coup with any remote chance of success, my friend,” Skeena sneered the last word, “and that is you.” Skeena released Sarah’s throat and Sarah dropped to her knees, coughing.
Sarah hadn’t needed to breathe but that didn’t change the body’s instinct to try and get the throat back in working order. In the next moment she yelped in pain as Skeena’s foot connected with her spleen, then her ribs. Still, her ire was enough to make her grind out one last sentence. “You’ll be ash before the night is out. I pray I get the chance to do it myself.”
Skeena’s foot connected with Sarah’s jaw and as Sarah lay there, fighting the blackness threatening to take over her mind Skeena yelled for her guards. Two entered the room, one loyal to the bone to the Prince and the other loyal to Sarah. They both showed surprise at seeing Sarah on the floor, spitting out blood. “Take this cunt down to my dungeon! I’ll be done as soon as I change my clothes.”
The guard loyal to Sarah reached her first and, with an internal wince, wrapped his fingers in her hair to pull her upright. As Sarah’s hands flew up to grab his wrist he adjusted his grip so it only looked like he was pulling her solely by her hair. Sarah’s grip on his wrist made her able to help him maintain the illusion. Guard two, satisfied the first had things properly in hand, merely opened the door. Neither of them said anything to the Prince, conditioned long ago never to speak in her presence. She had said that didn’t want to hear voices of the peons in her home.
The two dragged Sarah through a series of corridors, past Wolves, a couple of Tigers and one Lion, they all looked on with wide eyes. One of the Tigers then discretely withdrew to find a phone. She called Glynnis and relayed what she saw.
In the dungeon, Sarah was strung up. She was manacled wrist and ankle by Guard One then Guard Two turned a crank set into the stone wall and Sarah’s arms were lifted above her head and stretched just to the point of tolerance, until she was standing on the tips of her toes. Her clothes were cut from her by the other guard, who did his best to convey that someone would save her without letting the other guard see it. Sarah took an unneeded breath and sighed softly as she let her head droop. Her hair fell forward to curtain her face and she mouthed, “It’s okay,” at Guard One.
He turned to Guard Two. “She’s set, go let the Prince know.”
“She doesn’t want to hear from us, she said she’d be down in a moment, we’ll leave it at that.” Just then the door opened and both their mouths snapped shut.
Skeena was wearing a blood red Gi and carrying a wooden case about thirty-two inches long by six wide. She looked around the room. There were a couple of small tables, one beside what looked like a dentist’s chair and one beside a four foot high stone altar. “Move a table to sit in front of her.”
As Guard Two did her bidding Skeena shifted the case to under one arm and moved to a glass fronted cabinet with interior recessed lights. Inside was a shelf of knives. Curved ones, long ones, short ones, wide ones, narrow filet style ones. There were double-edged and single-edged; ones for hunting, gutting, skinning and survival. Skeena picked up one that sat alone under its own spotlight.
The Prince brought the knife and case over to the table and set them both down. She opened the case and pulled out a cat-o’-nine whip and showed it to Skeena with a grin. “It’s been a long time since I used this.” She lifted the tails to Sarah’s line of vision. Sarah was staring at the wall across from her but Skeena managed to make her focus for a brief moment on the whip. Skeena cackled when Sarah shuddered. The flogger was thirty inches long, six inches were the handle, the other twenty-four inches was comprised of the thin leather falls.
Each of the nine tails had pieces of razor sharp bone tied into it in random places, two to four pieces per tail. The thing was designed not only to have a hell of an impact but to shred flesh. And the Prince was planning on using it on Sarah.
“It’s lovely, isn’t it?” Skeena waited for an answer. When none was forthcoming, she slapped Sarah across the facing, leaving a bright red imprint of her hand. “It’s lovely, isn’t it.”
“Quite. You really should feel it for yourself before you use it on anyone else.”
Skeena was amused. “But first, we’re going to indulge ourselves in a little blade play. Playing with knives is so much fun, don’t you think?”
Sarah shrugged. She liked to play a little rough in the bedroom – she liked her ass slapped when being fucked from behind or her nipples pinched hard. Sometimes she liked having her mouth used without her having any control over it. But she did not hold with the level of Sadomasochism Skeena did. Especially since a lot of the masochists Skeena played with were involuntary.
Skeena laid the flogger down and picked up the knife. It had a four inch handle with a double-sided grip. The blade was nine inches long. One side was a smooth, sharp edge. It was straight until an inch or so to the tip where it swooped up. The opposite side had a small scoop in it then a serrated edge started. The blade was custom and Skeena had had the edge cut like a saw blade. A saw blade is set so that the teeth are set just off centre, alternating left and right. She kept both edges sharp enough to slice a piece of paper, were one dropped onto it.
Sarah knew that blade. She had seen what it could do and for the first time, fear crept into her eyes.
“Oh good,” Skeena drawled, “you remember this knife. We’re going to play with it.” She set the smooth edge against Sarah’s ribs, just under her arm and applied a small bit of pressure. She drew the knife around to under Sarah’s breast in a wide arc. Then, before Sarah could begin to feel the delayed pain such a sharp knife creates, Skeena flipped the knife around and dug the serrated edge into the new cut.
Skeena sawed at the cut, tearing the edges of the flesh and digging until she hit bone. She followed the new cut all the way around.
Sarah ground her teeth together and clenched her fists. It took all her will power not to scream out.
Skeena saw that as a challenge.
Have a great long weekend folks!