So as I
mentioned at the end of Hyde, I had
to take out the original prologue for a few reasons. As much as I love the
scene of Mitch killing his father and think it really helps us understand
Mitch, I have a special place in my heart for the short-and-really-not-sweet
one from Hyde’s point of view. Every day before I sat down to write or edit, I
would re-read it to get into the ‘mood’ of the story. I hope you enjoy it.
The bitch had drugged him again.
Inhumanly-large muscles yanked against the cuffs. The narcotic made him weak.
Helpless. He growled, cursed her. Where the fuck was she? She’d better hurry
the hell up and make this worth his while. She’d have her way with him while he
stayed strapped up like an animal. An animal. How fitting.
He strained to lift his head.
Useless. His vision was blurry. He knew why she drugged him—she was afraid. So
she wasn’t stupid. But someday she’d slip, give him the wrong dose. Either he’d
end up dead or she would, depending on whether she gave him too much or too little.
She was there. His keeper. Unlocking
the door of his cage. Probably licking her lips. The details of her face were
lost to him, but he didn’t give a shit. As far as he cared, she didn’t even
need one. Just the body. Her naked body on his.
A clicking sound from outside the
room. Footsteps. Someone coming up the stairs. Another woman. He could smell
her. Recognizable. Wrong. He blinked.
She shouldn’t be here. Not now.
The two women were yelling about
something. Him? Who the hell cared? Just get it over with so he can get his. A
different smell. Fear? Some. Something else too. Anger. Violence. Hmm . . . this
is getting interesting.
More bickering. Increased intensity.
A chick fight. Too bad his vision was so fucked up. Too bad his skin was
crawling. The man he shared it with wanted his body back. Bastard couldn’t have
it yet though. Not when the show in front of him was just starting.
Shouting.
Threats.
His bitch ripped something away from
the other one. A cane? Chase ensued. He heard them thunder down the stairs.
Damn it. He’d miss all the fun.
