Drowning Above Water – Teckla – An excerpt
From thumb to pinky, his palm nearly spanned her entire back. His other dense, rough hand grabbed her shoulder, to prevent her from considering a movement she would never make. The girls, whatever their intentions on either side, let go of her hands. She couldn’t blame them. The instinct for self-preservation was too strong. She would have done the same. He slid his palm down the length of her spine; down until he held in his open hand the curve of her tail bone. She was so cold. Not all the girls were sweating from the heat. Some, like her, were sweating from the fever of their illnesses. The goose bumps that surfaced along her back he took, in his ego, as a signal of her pleasure. Never would he have considered it was a sign of the pending seizure that would distort her poor febrile body. Keeping his hand flat and weighty against her, he pulled closer and breathed, hot and moist on the back of her neck.
“Who are you?”
She could barely move, but managed to turn her head. She could not quite face him, but at least she was not pressed against the trailer wall.
“Don’t make me ask again, kurwa. Imie!” the Shepard said.
“My name is Teckla.”
(Drowning Above is the new novel from author Alyssa Herron. It lives here at Amazon.)