So rather than tease you with upcoming releases, I figured I would invite you all to enjoy some of the first Stan Brookshire novels… this month we will start with Sacrifice of Innocence.
This prologue was designed to evoke feelings in the reader. I have fought long and hard with my own internal debate at its existence. It is not for everyone so please keep that in mind but I do what I do to shed light on the victims, in the hopes that one day.. there isn’t anymore to write about.
The man in the corner listened in the darkness, the wind whistling through the crack in the window frame, billowing his hair around him. The child in the room with him was invisible in the darkness. Even the power of the sun, let alone the light from the full moon, could not dampen the gloom hidden behind the boarded windows.
Hearing a sound, the man stiffened. It was the child; the sweet, young child.
“Very soon, my precious, very soon,” Joseph whispered, his breath coming in short gasps. Excitement filled his belly; time was drawing closer for the boy.
Footsteps in the hallway caused the boy to whimper in fear, lighting the man’s loins on fire. Desperately wanting the forbidden, to touch and to play with the boy, he tried to force the urge back down. He wasn’t allowed that pleasure, yet. The priests would come soon and the boy would have to be pure. The man’s needs would have to wait. The boy would have to wait.
Dreaming of the day he would finally be able to have his way with the boy, the man fixed the delicious whimpers in his memory. The boy would no longer be able to cry and plea.
It was coming soon. So close now.
On the other side of the room, he heard the ominous creak of the door opening. Blinding light silhouetted a figure dressed in long robes.
He hurried over and retrieved his boy-child, his breath coming in gasps so ragged that he thought his lungs would cease to function.
A whimper was all that escaped the gag when the boy tried to scream. Cringing at the man’s touch, he fought against the bonds, causing the man’s groin to harden once more.
The man smiled. He tightened his grip upon the boy as he tried to wiggle free. The door stood open, waiting for him and the boy.
Suddenly, the door swung closed behind him, plunging the room into darkness once again.