Today we say welcome to author Morticia Knight joining us to share an exclusive excerpt of her newest release “Slave For Two”, book 1 in the Soul Match Series.
Welcome Morticia 🙂
“Chris? Please wake up. I can’t do this alone.”
Oh thank God. Morgan’s here. Chris gasped, jerking upright. He glanced around frantically, his gaze landing on Morgan sitting on a cot right on the other side of some…
“Fuck me. We’re in cages?”
Morgan nodded and Chris was surprised and relieved to see that he appeared less scared, seemed fairly coherent. More than I can say for myself.
“How long was I out?” Here he’d thought he was going to be the strong one for the both of them.
“Maybe an hour or so.” Morgan shrugged. “Hard to say.” He furrowed his brow. “Is it weird that the thought of not knowing what day or time it is, that it’s what’s bothering me more than anything else right now?”
Chris ran his fingers through his long hair, attempting to detangle some of it before it got too far out of control. “Dude. Nothing could be any weirder than what’s happening to us right now. What’s been happening the past month. However you feel about something, I say you’ve got the right to whatever that is.”
He peered around surreptitiously, taking in their surroundings. Several individual cages had been set up in three long rows in what seemed to be an enormous hangar of some sort. About a dozen of the beings wandered around, caught up in whatever alien-ey tasks they had to complete, none of them paying too much attention to him or Morgan for the time being.
“This place is fucking huge.” Chris made an appraisal of his cage cubicle, fully outfitted with an army cot, a thin blanket and… “Seriously?” He gazed down at his own nudity before lifting his eyes, noticing for the first time that Morgan was sans clothes, but had his own blanket draped over his lap. “While I was unconscious, I take it?”
Morgan lowered his head. “Be glad you were. They weren’t exactly nice about it.”
“Wait, what? They, what, ripped your clothes off or something?”
Morgan looked up at him. “Yeah. Pretty much. I guess they figured they can’t ask us because of the whole language thing, or maybe they just don’t care. Result was the same, either way.”
He stood, but wrapped the blanket around him like an ugly military-green toga. His little barred space was maybe a foot longer than the cot and only wide enough that if a second cot were added, he’d no longer have any floor space. At least he could stand up straight with some room to spare. He glanced around to see if any of their captors were paying any attention, then tested the resilience of the bars. Never mind. They were plenty sturdy.
“So we’re the only prisoners here?” There were at least a few dozen other empty cages and the absence of anyone else made him nervous in a way he couldn’t put his finger on.
“No, there were maybe eight other guys, but after they locked us up, they led them to the back.”
Chris’ eyes widened. “The back? Why? What’s in the back?”
“Shower, bathroom. The guy in that cage over there—” Morgan pointed to the one on the other side of him. “He told me. He’s been here almost a week.” Morgan shrugged, his calm demeanor concerning Chris more than if he’d been coming unglued. “That time thing again. He couldn’t say for sure.”
“Okay, well, that’s something, I guess. This guy, he’s been here for maybe a week and he’s okay? I mean…” He didn’t want to put any gory pictures in Morgan’s head, but at the same time, he needed to know what they might be up against.
“It’s okay, Chris. I know you’ve been trying to protect me, and I love you even more for it. But I think we’re past that at this point.” Morgan locked gazes with him and Chris wanted to cry at the emptiness he saw there.
writing about men loving men forever after. Even though she’s been crafting her
naughty tales of romance for more years than she’d like to share – her
adventures as a published author began in 2011. Since then, she’s been
fortunate enough to have several books on bestseller lists, along with two
titles receiving recognition from the Rainbow Book Awards. Once upon a time,
she was the lead singer and songwriter in an indie rock band that toured the West Coast and charted
on U.S. college radio. Morticia currently resides on the beautiful northern
Oregon coast, and when she’s not fantasizing about hot men, she takes walks
along the ocean and occasionally annoys the local karaoke bar patrons.