Emily's Encounters: Abduction, Murder and Sex (Paperback) (ISBN-13: 9781520745619)

Tales of recurring encounters with abduction, murder, and sex center around young Emily. A mysterious drug makes its debut, a brutal serial killer is on the loose, and a conspiracy by rogue government agents is revealed. Segments contain sex and violence intended for the mature reader.
Excerpts: There I stood, naked, in front of a room of fully-clothed people, average-looking families, everyone staring at me, nowhere to hide. - - -
"Robert, there is a famous quote. If you love someone, set them free. If they come back, they're yours. Let me go." - - -

"Your story is unbelievable, Emily," said my dad. "You shack up with some boy for the better part of a month, then come home with this tall tale. An entire neighborhood kept you prisoner? Mentally and sexually abused you so some guy could write a book? You have embarrassed us in front of the whole town!"

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Figuring he might chase me into the lobby and watch to see where I got off, I ran down two flights of stairs to throw him off, checked for unlocked doors and found one ajar. It was cold and dark, I didn't want to turn on the light and wake the occupant because the killer might hear us talking, so simply got under the covers to get warm. I hadn't done anything so reckless since my school days, but was out of options.

My new friend-to-be was a young man somewhere between being asleep and awake. His dream-girl was probably barely hanging onto him as he resisted his return to the real world. In his state of semi-consciousness, he suddenly sensed he was no longer alone and pulled back the cover to discover a young woman.

- - -

When Sarah ventured out of her room for a midnight snack, Carver grabbed the petite young woman, putting his hand over her mouth.

"Let's head out to the barn and get better acquainted."

He put duct tape over her mouth, then tied her wrists to a ceiling support beam.

"You are a cute little thing." He grabbed onto his crotch as he ogled her....then grabbed onto hers.

Her eyes peered back at him as if to say please don't hurt me. He pulled out a large Bowie knife.

- - -

There was another scream. Her first inclination was to run, run into the night, hope for the best. She put on her clothes and dashed outside. There was light coming from the barn. Should she look inside? No, she should run. Another scream. The barn door was ajar. Curious, she had to see, had a macabre desire to watch whatever was happening to her friend. She moved closer. - - -

"The door is ajar, Jamie." "Should we go in?"

"We have to."

They slowly pushed the mansion door open wider and crept inside. Alicia led, Jamie followed. As she peeked around a corner, she saw her mom sitting nude on the sofa, Carver standing next to her, blood dripping from his knife's blade. - - -

- - -
The Bowie knife attached to Carver's belt had been ignored. Now he pulled it out, plunging it into his host's gut. The man bent over in agony, the wife screamed a shrill of terror. "I bet you didn't see that one coming," Carver said with a chuckle and a wry grin. Then he twisted it. "Ouch, that's gotta hurt!" - - -

His carnal desires satisfied, Carver positioned the daughter onto her stomach on the bed, then wrapped cord around her ankles and wrists. He bent her legs back as far as he could, then wrapped the other end of the cord around the girl's neck.

"It won't be long before your leg muscles begin to tire. As they do, they will pull on the rope which will tighten around your throat. I wish I had time to stay and watch your face turn blue, but I've got to be on my way.

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Author: Annie Anston
ISBN-10: 1520745613
ISBN-13: 9781520745619
Publisher: Independently Published
Language: English
Published: 03/03/2017
Pages: 170
Format: Paperback
Weight: 0.42lbs
Size: 8.00h x 5.00w x 0.39d