Drop Dead Gorgeous by Donald Allen Kirch

Drop Dead Gorgeousby Donald Allen KirchGenre: Horror1# Wished for High Tech Science Fiction Novel in Japan!The Sensational #1 All-Star Bestselling Kindle Novel!"Would you like to hear a story?"The man couldn't help himself.
His captor was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her
powerful eyes held his attention and made him forget that she had him
confined in a basement; his hands and feet bound with duct tape. His
heart raced as he meekly nodded his head 'yes' to the question.After getting past the terror and discomfort, he
reasoned that there was nothing to worry about. He would be missed.
He had loved ones who would call the police. All he had to do was
wait. Letting this woman tell him a story was as good a stall as any.The mysterious woman weaved a tale of betrayed love and
unwanted, unnatural experiments placed upon her. Of a loving wife,
working on a top secret government program. Of a husband searching
for love in all the wrong places. The prisoner couldn't believe what
he was being told. A descent into insanity, fueled by a jealous rage,
ended with using the tools of science for torture and revenge.With every blink of her lovely eyes, licking of her full lips, and heaving
of her perfect breasts, the captor entertained a story most bizarre.
Of a woman bent on teaching her cheating husband a lesson.The prisoner wondered...."Am I next?"
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Ray struggled to adjust himself, fighting the bindings holding his hands behind his back, and noticed that he was in a basement of some kind."How in damnation did I get down here?" he squinted, blood still running into his eyes.Above him, footsteps went from one end of the room to the other.  He could hear, faintly, the sound of a water faucet turning on and off.  The owner of the footsteps seemed unhurried,  moving slowly, and without concern."All right, Ray, who did you piss off this time?" His thoughts, such as they were, turned to the events of the night before. "I can't remember a damn thing." He was starting to panic and struggling against his bindings worked against him.He tried to get up and fell, face down, in the dirt."Ouch!"He struggled some more and managed to roll onto his back. He saw his feet, ankles, and knees had several wrappings of what appeared to be duct tape.His frustration was maddening. "Hey!" he yelled, focusing on the unfinished wooden ceiling.  "You!  Up there.  What's with all of this?  Come on, man.  The joke's over."Someone laughed.Was it a woman?Inching his way across the dirt floor of the basement, Ray surmised that he was in a farmhouse of some kind.  Modern houses had concrete flooring in the basement, and he saw nothing but riverbed rock lining the walls."Definitely an old house," he huffed.It took a considerable amount of time, but Ray was able to prop himself up against a support beam, sitting up.  He imagined that he must look like Harry Houdini in one of those old-fashioned filmstrips showing the master escaping from a straightjacket.  Gasping for breath, he was quite proud of his accomplishment.*******Vaguely, he remembered someone buying him a drink, it had been a rather fruity mix, and he was certain that a girl had kissed him.  Caught between remembering and guilt, Ray adjusted his butt so that he sat up more comfortably.What if this weren't a joke or had nothing to do with the night before?Ray paused, thinking. How could he be sure that he had been out for only one night?  Was this actually Saturday?  He didn't know.What if he had been taken by a serial killer?The basement, although quite small, was neat and practically appointed.  An old toolbox sat with its lid propped slightly open by the wooden handle of a hammer.  As he looked closer, he thought he saw a substance that resembled blood dripping from it.An old card table stood at the room's center.  The table reminded him of the type his pain-in-the-ass grandmother had forced him to sit at while he played hours and hours of Yahtzee.  Damn!  How he hated that game. On the table were a small desk lamp that lit a medical kit, and a plate of food.Food!Ray was starving. He hadn't felt this hungry since he had gotten sick at fifteen and hadn't been able to eat for three days.  His stomach grumbled, and he found himself sniffing at the air and licking his lips. Was the meal meant for him?
DONALD ALLEN KIRCH lives in The United States of America. He is an avid
reader of history, Sherlock Holmes Mysteries, the paranormal, and is
a "hardcore" Doctor Who fan. After spending two weekends in
the famous "Sallie House," a "haunted house" in
Atchison, Kansas, he is one of the only authors of his craft who can
claim to have been attacked by a ghost!Website * Facebook * Twitter * Amazon * GoodreadsFollow the tour HERE
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