Andy Lang Books

Friday, 27 November 2015

New Release #2 (and sample)

Due for release before Christmas. Finding Justine – Libertine.


The third novel in my human trafficking series, and a departure from the previous books. 

Take a journey into the mind of a psychopath, a man of immeasurable wealth, and depravity without limit. A disciple of the Marquis de Sade; Marcus de Silverleigh searches the globe for his perfect woman. A woman to match Sade's Justine, the unfortunate heroine of his most acclaimed book. A woman bound into a life of extremes, of depravity, humiliation, torture.... and submission.

Is Marcus insane? Or is he simply calculating?
Can his Justine survive her ordeal? Can she accept her conditioning, her submission to his will, or is she a fictional as the character that she is forced to play... does she even exist?

Do not expect a light-hearted read when you begin Finding Justine. Be warned, this is a dark work, and although not erotica, it does handle aspects of extreme sexual slavery, sadism, cruelty, torture and masochism. Investigate the minds of the depraved, explore their motivation, their justifications, their delights, their remorse... their damnation.

This book contains adult language and describes scenes and scenarios that some sensitive readers may find offensive. However, this is not a work of erotica, more a dark and disturbing thriller.

Due for release within the next week to 10 days on iTunes and Lulu, but may take longer to appear on Amazon, B&N, Kobo etc.


Prologue

Justine stared at droplets of ruby blood, her mind disconnected from fact. It looks quite pretty, she thought as an irrational smile formed on her split and swollen lips, like a cross shape! A Crucifix.
Her mind, as always, sought an avenue of escape as her body screamed for mercy and relief. Her spilled and dripping blood gave her consciousness focus - a point of attention to distract from reality. The immediate reality of pain and abuse, of torture and humiliation; and the long accepted reality of the forced servitude and depravity that had become her life.
The droplets began to blur as she lost focus, a fact that saddened her. Probably a concussion, the analytical portion of her brain kicked in, feeding fact and understanding that she found unnecessary, given her now clear understanding that the end had arrived. It would have been nicer to have left with the pretty cross in my mind, she thought, and closed her eyes, anticipating the final blow. Prayer had long since departed from her existence, but the bloody crucifix had given her heavy heart some small comfort. A sinister chuckle broke her silent acceptance, her ultimate serenity shattered.
If he could have just done it without laughing, she thought as she squeezed her eyelids tighter, the image of a sacred cross violently replaced by the sadistic smile of her abuser. She didn't need to open her eyes to understand the look upon his face, the twisted and cruel smile, the cold and calculating blue eyes, sometimes soft and warm; now, intense, loaded with hate and finality.
You have had sufficient time to make your peace.” his chuckle returned, almost gentle now, yet loaded with menace.
Goodbye, my love.” she whispered as a tear broke free to track through heavy mascara. “I'm sorry Adam.”
Stars burst flaring bright, searing through her closed eyelids. Her clenched jaw strained, her teeth grinding under the force of his blow. Pain upon pain ricocheted through her tortured mind, sickness bloomed, nausea and despair engulfed. Darkness enveloped her mind, as nothingness robbed her thoughts of entity. Her body sagged; and muscle control deserting she slumped forward, face down onto unyielding concrete. Justine forced her eyes to open, the vision of a cross reappeared, but swiftly faded, now darkness reigned, her vision lost to the nihility of death.


 

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