Alex Ayers

The soldier_s wife

PROLOGUE

The explosion.

Captain Allen Farrow heard it again and again.

Pieces of flesh splattered against his face. A dismembered thigh hurtled through the air and smashed against the back of his neck, knocking him unconscious.

"Kawhump!"

"Kawhump!"

The haze cleared and he opened his eyes. The black figure standing before him laughed loudly. Its foot lashed out and caught him in the jaw, knocking him to the ground.

Again and again the foot crunched into his body, sinking into his stomach, bouncing off his spine, the back of his head. He could taste the blood dripping into his mouth from his injured lip and feel the contusions growing like eggs over his body.

There was silence.

Farrow groaned as he rolled to his side and felt the bonds tighten around his wrists and ankles.

"Skipper? Skipper?"