| Author: | Angela Rose | ISBN: | 9781311960481 |
| Publisher: | Angela Rose | Publication: | June 6, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Angela Rose |
| ISBN: | 9781311960481 |
| Publisher: | Angela Rose |
| Publication: | June 6, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
An attractive soldier is kidnapped by terrorists. Her primary captor can’t seem to keep his hands off of her, and soon his loyalty to the militia comes into question as he begins to have feelings for her. Join them as they attempt an audacious escape using his depraved plan…The Screaming Game. Warning: This story contains brutal depictions of BDSM activities and explicit sexual content. 18+
The following day I was able to get approval for her transfer. Standard protocol dictated that all prisoners being transferred, have their arms tied securely behind their head, and their legs tied together at the ankles. After tying her well, I escorted her to the jeep and we began the two hour trip through rugged mountain terrain towards our destination. As I drove, Maria was silent. I knew she was a bundle of nerves. Surely American soldiers are taught about interrogation techniques. Little did she know that in my country, we take it to a whole new level, especially if you happen to be a female.
An attractive soldier is kidnapped by terrorists. Her primary captor can’t seem to keep his hands off of her, and soon his loyalty to the militia comes into question as he begins to have feelings for her. Join them as they attempt an audacious escape using his depraved plan…The Screaming Game. Warning: This story contains brutal depictions of BDSM activities and explicit sexual content. 18+
The following day I was able to get approval for her transfer. Standard protocol dictated that all prisoners being transferred, have their arms tied securely behind their head, and their legs tied together at the ankles. After tying her well, I escorted her to the jeep and we began the two hour trip through rugged mountain terrain towards our destination. As I drove, Maria was silent. I knew she was a bundle of nerves. Surely American soldiers are taught about interrogation techniques. Little did she know that in my country, we take it to a whole new level, especially if you happen to be a female.
