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Updates & Added Scenes 1/4

“This is going to make a great story.” — Britney King, Bedrock

This month I’m sharing added scenes from Bedrock.

As I mentioned before, I’m in the process of rewriting and re-editing the series. Both Bedrock (book one) and Breaking Bedrock (book two) are now complete.

Beyond Bedrock should be finished within the next few weeks. If you own the books, you should have the option to update your version on your device.

If you don’t own them, I’ve included retailer links below. 🙂

“This is going to make a great story,” the deep voice said, jarring Addison awake. She blinked once, then twice, before opening her eyes completely. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” he added, as he arranged her arms the way he seemed to want them to be. Addison watched as he paused and stepped back. Next, he adjusted her restraints, before removing them altogether. He grabbed her hair, “Up you go,” he said, lifting her by her forearms. She tried to stand but her legs buckled underneath her. The man grabbed her hair. “Do you want to make this hard?”

Addison shook her head; her eyes grew wide as she watched him pull a syringe from his pocket. She moaned against her gag, pleading with him incoherently. She’d do anything to avoid whatever drug it was he was injecting her with.

He cocked his head. “Oh, you have something to say…” he asked as he studied her naked body. He was wearing a different ski mask than the one he’d worn before, but the glasses were the same. He stared at her for a long while taking the back of his hand and running it up the length of her and back down again. Her breath quickened and tears spilled over onto her cheeks. Eventually, he removed the gag. “I’d like to hear you beg, in your own voice.”

Addison swallowed the lump in her throat. Her mouth was so dry that it took several tries before she was able to form words. “I’ll do whatever you want,” she pleaded. “Just, please, no more of that.”

The man placed his hands on his hips. “You don’t like needles?”

She shook her head profusely. “I don’t like the way it makes me feel…”

“Too bad,” he said, grabbing her by the hair. He pulled her in the direction he wanted her to go. “You’re not the one in charge here, are you? This isn’t your story. It’s mine.”

“Please,” Addison cried. “I’ll do—”

“You’ll do whatever I tell you to do,” he said, releasing her hair and shoving her to the floor. She landed with a thud that knocked the wind out of her.

Addison watched as he pulled a lever lifting a square piece from the floor. “Crawl in,” he ordered. She shook her head. “I said, CRAWL IN.”

She didn’t budge but she couldn’t make the sobs stop coming either. “Damn it,” he spat. “In or I inject you with this,” he told her, holding up the syringe. She watched as he removed the cap using his teeth.

“Please, don’t… I just want to go home…I have—”

“You have ten seconds is what you have. NOW. GET. IN. Believe me, when you’re out of it, it makes it a lot harder to keep the critters off.”

Addison sobbed. He took her by the hair and drug her to the trap door. She eyed the syringe and then crawled in. “Why are you doing this?” she asked.

He laughed. “Because I can,” he told her, after considering her from a moment. “That’s something you’d do well to learn. Lots of people simply do things because they can.”


“Oh,” he called, cutting her off. “I almost forgot. I hope you don’t mind critters.”

Addison cried knowing what was to come. She didn’t want to be buried alive. She hated confined spaces. “Isn’t it funny?” he chuckled, as he lowered the small door. “We’re all just worm food in the end.”

She laid there in the dark, counting, just to keep herself from losing it altogether. He—or someone—had dug a hole in the ground, no more than a crawl space. With just enough room to turn from side to side, there wasn’t much to work with. Every once and awhile, Addison would feel something crawling on her. She’d find the insect, brush it off. Before long, she began to bury them in the dirt; thinking that if she could just dig far enough, then maybe she’d wind up in the center of the earth. Maybe she could dig her way out. At some point, he lifted the door and stabbed the needle in her arm. Before long, all there was was darkness.



  1. Karen Frost says:

    I just figured out you newsletter it only took me how long? Months maybe! Sheesh. Now I’m sitting reading backwards to catch up. I’m not really computer savvy as you can now tell. I thought I lost you.

    1. Britney King says:

      I’m sorry to hear you had so much trouble Karen. But I’m glad we’re good now. 🙂 Feel free to shoot me an email or reach out via the contact page anytime in the future if you have trouble getting what you need.

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