The Swords of Musidora

The Swords of Musidora

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Heath; a young rich American man moves to London for a year in rehab comes across the beautiful Musidora who has the ability to feel nothing, NOTHING AT ALL. He never meant to hurt her...never. Unfortunately, he does. And not the 'broken hearted' way.

Summary

Heath; a young rich American man moves to London for a year in rehab comes across the beautiful Musidora who has the ability to feel nothing, NOTHING AT ALL.
He never meant to hurt her...never.
Unfortunately, he does.
And not the 'broken hearted' way.

Chapter1 (v.1) - A Trip To London

Author Chapter Note

Heath; a young rich American man moves to London for a year in rehab comes across the beautiful Musidora who has the ability to feel nothing, NOTHING AT ALL. He never meant to hurt her...never. Unfortunately, he does. And not the 'broken hearted' way.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: February 18, 2012

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Chapter Content - ver.1

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The night he woke up in a hospital bed was his last. Not that he was dead or was going to die. He was more worried for the judgment his father would put upon him for such careless acts. The boy sat there on the medical bed, IV inserted in his forearm vein, and food tray on the night table. Closing his eyes he pictured in remembrance the acts of the night before. When he did remember, a horrible wave of embarrassment overcame him.
That night he had overdosed on LSD tablets trying, unsuccessfully, to catch up with his college friends. The night carried on with loud club music, alcohol, and drugs. His girlfriend’s dreamy face after a successful night of simple sex appeared in his head.
The door to his room opened but none of his friends or girlfriend were the ones to visit. His father’s disapproving face looked down at him as his mother stood behind him, as if hiding from her son’s view. In his father’s hands, he held two elegant envelopes. He threw them to his son’s bed, a grim line of irritation was firmly put on his already thin and colorless lips.
When his father spoke, his voice held a tinge of hate along with the spur of anger. “Pick one and do it now. You’ve had years to choose your future path and wasted many opportunities hanging out with the wrong crowed.”
“Do we have to do this now?” The boy rolled his eyes in annoyance and threw himself back down on the bed. His head hit the edge of the hospital’s bed head board. He show any feelings and if he ever did, his father was too late to catch any. “I’m in the hospital. I’m not feeling well.”
“Of course not, Heath, you overdosed yourself in drugs.” the way his father said it was if he was making some serious fun of his own son.
Heath ignored his taunting. “What are my options, father.”
His father ignored the emphasis in the word and shrugged. “In one envelope, you have the chance to take the responsibility of chairman to one of my companies in New York. The other envelope holds the easiest and wisest choice; a full year of rehab in one of the best facilities in London.”
It was obvious his father was still, over five years, trying to make him part of his company branch. But Heath always rebelled.
Like now.
“Rehab. I no kind of involvement with your company.”
His mother, Marie, gasped. But his father already knew, deep down, that his one and only son would go rogue on him.
“Then London it is.”


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