The Life He Stole

The Life He Stole

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

*ON HOLD* A beautiful young girl wakes up in a strange place, only to discover she cannot remember her past or even who she is. The only person who seems to know her is Devon, an attractive yet possessive man who doesn't seem to want to let her out of his sight, but why? WARNING: This book contains very disturbing situations, strong sexual content, dubious consent, mild to moderate torture scenes, strong language, and graphic violence. If you feel you may be offended by any of these then this might not be the story for you.

Summary

*ON HOLD* A beautiful young girl wakes up in a strange place, only to discover she cannot remember her past or even who she is. The only person who seems to know her is Devon, an attractive yet possessive man who doesn't seem to want to let her out of his sight, but why?

WARNING: This book contains very disturbing situations, strong sexual content, dubious consent, mild to moderate torture scenes, strong language, and graphic violence. If you feel you may be offended by any of these then this might not be the story for you.

Chapter1 (v.1) - The Life He Stole

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A beautiful young girl wakes up in a strange place, only to discover she cannot remember her past or even who she is. The only person who seems to know her is Devon, an attractive yet possessive man who doesn't seem to want to let her out of his sight, but why?

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Submitted: May 25, 2012

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The Life He Stole

Chapter 1

It was like waking up from a dream. I knew things happened. I remember being there. I knew there were people and places I had known. But as I came up out of the dream, it was like they all faded. They settled into a place I could not quite reach. The people had no faces, and the things they said didn’t make sense. I knew they were speaking but I could not remember what they said or who they were, or why they were talking.

This dream of mine was a long one. It felt like years. Lots of things happened over those years. Everything I ever experienced was tucked away in there. I felt emotions in this dream, some happy, some sad, and some felt horribly wrong. It all seemed so important at the time, but now all I could feel was reality pulling at me, bringing me back to life.

The first thing I remembered outside of the dream, was the noise. There was a lot of noise. I opened my eyes to a blurry scene. Slowly, I realized there was a woman beside me. She was small framed and had brown skin, with black hair pulled back neatly around her head. I thought to speak to her but all that came out was a jumbled noise. She spoke to me then, but I didn’t understand her. Her tone was smooth and mellow and seemed to soothe me just a little nonetheless.

I tried to get up but she gently urged me to stay down. I saw that I was lying in a bed and that there were tubes and cords attached to and coming off of me. I followed them with my eyes, discovering that at least some of them were connected to a machine next to my bed. There were symbols and numbers on it that meant nothing to me.

Looking around again, I saw that there were many more beds and people in the same room, with curtains closed around some of them. Mine was open most of the way. The woman said something else to me, patted my leg, and then walked away out of sight. It was shortly thereafter that I realized how badly my head hurt.

I stayed in the bed, looking around curiously and tried to figure out where I was, and why I was there. I couldn’t remember. I tried to think of the last thing that had happened to me, but nothing was clear. All I could think of was the dream. The dream that seemed to become even fuzzier the more I thought about it.

After a while the woman came back, and to my surprise, a man came hurrying up behind her. He was much, much taller than the woman and not quite as dark skinned, though still tan. His hair was very dark and clean cut, as were his facial features. He came up to me so quickly I thought something might be wrong and I panicked a little.

“Oh Cara, you’re awake!” He exclaimed as he stroked my face with one hand and held my hand with the other. “I was so worried about you.” He turned to the woman and said something to her in another language. She nodded and left, leaving me alone with this man I didn’t know, but who clearly knew me.

When she was far enough away he looked back at me, a concerned look on his face. “Now Cara, I can trust you right? You know what would happen if I couldn’t.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. What was he talking about? He saw my confusion and asked a different question instead.

“You haven’t spoken to anyone, have you?” He looked at me for a moment and then snickered a little. “What am I saying, of course you haven’t. How could you?” He smiled and leaned in to me. I pushed him back abruptly.

“W-wh-who?” My mouth struggled to form the words.

He sat back up suddenly, and stared at me with the same look I’d been giving him. “Cara, you know who I am, right?”

I slowly shook my head.

He sat there silently then, apparently thinking something through. “Do you remember what happened?”

I shook my head again.

He looked at me a little while before asking me again. “So you don’t remember me at all?” He searched my face for confirmation. “Do you know who you are?”

I thought for a moment. He’d called me Cara, but I honestly wasn’t sure if that was me or not, though he seemed pretty confident. I concentrated on speaking the name he’d called me. “C-car-“

“Cara, yes.” He hesitated a moment. “I’m going to go talk to your doctor. Don’t speak to anyone while I’m gone, okay?” His eyes were so dark and intense.

I nodded.

 

A while later he returned with another man who introduced himself as my doctor. He was shorter and fatter than my supposed friend, and far less attractive. In fact, having the two stand next to each other made my friend seem extremely handsome.

“How are you feeling Cara?” The doctor asked me while looking at a chart.

I shrugged. “OK,” I managed to say. “Head hurts.”

He nodded. “That’s normal. You will likely experience headaches for the next few days. Do you remember what happened to you?”

I shook my head.

“Your husband tells me you’ve had some difficulty remembering things.”

I gave my friend a confused look. “My hus?”

The two exchanged a look. The handsome one came by me and sat down again. “Yes Cara, I’m Devon. I’m your husband.” He kissed my hand and then wrapped it in his.

I looked back at the doctor, hoping for more answers.

“You’ve suffered a severe head injury. You’ve been in a coma for the last seven days, but the swelling in your brain has gone down and you seem to be recovering just fine. Don’t worry about the amnesia. Memory loss is not abnormal with head injuries. When it comes to the brain, anything can be expected. Still, I’d like to keep you under observation until tomorrow, and if all goes well you should be able to go home then. All in all I think you are recovering quite well.” He smiled at me and then at Devon.

“Thank you doctor,” Devon said. The man nodded and walked away in a hurry. “See babe?” he said, turning his attention back to me, “Everything’s going to be alright. The sooner we get you home the better.”

I nodded weakly.

 

 

Devon sat with me for a long time after that. I didn’t speak much, mostly because I had nothing to say, literally. And despite my confusion, I couldn’t think of any questions to ask. I couldn’t remember any other people in my life, and it appeared as though Devon was the only person who knew me. No one else came to see me. He told me I hadn’t spoken to friends or family for years, and that it was just me and him. It wasn’t like I could really argue with him. I looked down at my hand and saw a gold ring on my finger with three diamonds across the top. He saw me looking and smiled.

“Our wedding ring,” he said, and then he showed me his. It was the same except a bit thicker and the diamonds were tiny.

I spun the ring around on my finger, not really sure how I should feel about my situation. Devon just sat there and watched me. I had no feelings towards him, and the way he hovered over me became a little irritating. Eventually I asked him for food just to get him away for a while.

“Of course my love!” He leaned in and kissed me on the forehead before leaving me to search for some food. By the time he came back I had fallen asleep.

 

The following day, nurses removed the tubes and cords from my body and allowed me to get up finally. None of them seemed to understand me, but somehow I was able to get one of them to take me to the bathroom. I felt relieved to be alone finally. I was also nervous to look in the mirror. Who would I see? Would I recognize myself? Maybe it would trigger my memory. At least, that’s what I had hoped. I closed my eyes and stood in front of the mirror, taking a deep breath before looking.

I was both disappointed and pleased at the same moment. Disappointed, because I was a complete stranger to myself, but pleased because I was actually quite beautiful. My hair was dark and sleek, and came down a ways past my shoulders. My skin was very pale and smooth, and my eyes were light blue. With my dark hair and pale skin I actually found myself quite stunning. I didn’t feel conceited to think so since it was basically like looking at a stranger. I smiled and looked at my teeth. They were mostly straight, and very white. My appearance made myself wonder why I was where I was. I didn’t look like any of the other woman I’d seen, and obviously I spoke another language.

When I came out of the bathroom, I didn’t go straight back to my bed. Instead I wandered around, trying to appear as though I weren’t lost. I didn’t get very far when a young man saw me and started talking to me. I gave him a confused look. He spoke again and started pointing in the direction I’d just come from.

“I’m fine,” I said, but he wouldn’t let me pass. Finally I gave up and turned around, just in time to see Devon hurry into the hallway. When he saw me he ran over.

“Cara, where have you been? You nearly gave me a heart attack!” He spoke frantically, and put an arm around me, guiding me back.

“I was just looking around,” I mumbled. Speaking was already becoming easier for me.

“No, no,” he scolded. “Don’t ever go anywhere without me do you understand?”

“Why?” I asked, annoyed.

He whisked me into an empty room off the hallway, which had a number of empty chairs in it and a television hanging from the ceiling. He sat me down in one of the chairs and then leaned over me, grasping the chair on each side.

“Listen to me Cara,” he warned, “I am your husband, and I know what’s best for you. That means if I tell you to do something, or not to do something, like talk to that man back there, then that’s what you should do.”

His behavior began to scare me, and he could see it in my eyes as I looked at him worriedly. He shrugged and grabbed my shoulders, pulling me up and into a tight hug.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured as he pressed his cheek into the side of my head. “It’s just that I love you so much, and I only want to protect you.”

I stood there rigid and waited for him to release me. It felt very awkward to be held so emotionally and be told by a stranger that he loves me. I began to feel a little leery about this man, who was supposedly my husband. How did I know if he was a good person? What if I didn’t love him back? What if he’s the reason I ended up in the hospital to begin with? These questions flooded through my mind as he squeezed my body to his. He was firm and muscular, and I had no way of wiggling free. He finally loosened a little and I expected him to let go, but instead he cupped my face with his hands and pressed his lips against mine.

I whimpered in surprise and lightly struggled against him but instead of letting me go, he moved one hand behind my head and the other around my back, forcing me to press against him further.

I glued my lips shut, refusing to kiss him back. How could he be so insensitive? Didn’t he realize I didn’t know him?

He pulled back abruptly. “What’s wrong with you?” He asked, still holding me tight.

“Devon?” I said, shakily.

“Yeah?”

“I don’t know you,” I reminded him.

His face softened. “I know baby, but don’t worry. We’ll fix that soon enough.”


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