Free Little Book of Fantasies by Miranda Heart

Little Book of Fantasies
    by
    Miranda Heart

    Freya’s Bower.com ©2011
Culver City, CA

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    Little Book of Fantasies Copyright © 2011 by Miranda Heart
    Cover illustration by Freya’s Bower © 2011
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    This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any person, living or dead, any place, events or occurrences, is purely coincidental. The characters and story lines are created from the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
    Editor: Angela Chaney
    ISBN: 978-1-936222-46-9
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Chapter One
    She screamed behind the tightly bound gag—desperately tried to push it from her mouth—to no avail. His arm wrapped around her chest, as her boyfriend all but dragged her along the gravel path. Her bare feet caught every jagged rock. She tried to free her arms, but could not.
    Fresh tears ran down her cheeks. Nausea welled up inside her. She tried to pull from his grasp, but his arm tightened around her chest, cutting off her oxygen. Her legs weakened, her lungs ached, and she saw no way out of her present situation. Her boyfriend of three months had turned into a maniac within seconds.
    “You know, the more you struggle and the more upset you become, the hotter it makes me.” He breathed against her ear, his voice thick and rough.
    She shuddered. His voice shouldn’t sound reassuring. It shouldn’t sound like it did when he made love to her. He repulsed her. Anger replaced panic, and her body went limp.
    “Seriously, Kaitlyn?”
    She squeezed her eyes tightly shut. Steven yanked her arms apart and held tightly to her wrists. She sank to the ground as he resumed dragging her across it. She screeched in pain, her silk-clad ass scraped against the rough ground.
    When the gag slid further to the back of her throat, she choked. The taste of her floral fabric softener made her gag. By now, her voice had become so hoarse nothing came out. In a moment of clarity, she scanned their surroundings.
    Trains. She tried to stand, her feet couldn’t catch hold of the gravel, and she slid back down again. With all of her strength, she struggled to pull free of his hands.
    “Please!” The gag muffled her pleas.
    They stopped abruptly. Behind her, a sliding door clicked on a track. She sobbed. Oh God, this is how I’m going to die. Suddenly, she became weightless, her body lifted into the air.
    Confused, she stared up at her captor. A loving smile touched his lips.
    She blinked. He’s insane.
    “You’ll think I’m a little less crazed here, shortly.”
    Too weak to fight, she just lay in his arms. How many times had he carried her upstairs, just as he did now?
    “I know you’re scared, but it will all be over soon. You like being frightened, don’t you?”
    Her eyes widened, and she shook her head fervently.
    “No?” he asked. “That’s not what I remember. Look around.”
    Slowly, she scanned the room. A lone lamp sat at the back of the train car. The car couldn’t have been more than fifteen feet across. A bed with white cotton sheets sat in the corner of the room, a chair in the other corner. Something glittered in front of her blurred vision. Stunned, she followed the length of chain dangling from the ceiling.
    What is he going to do? Tie me, and then beat me to