Prison Blade: The Abduction of Abigail Averies

By Niki Hebert McQuilling

As a deputy for the Sheldon Parish sheriffs office, Abigail Averies transports prisoners throughout Louisiana. From the smallest offense to the most violent criminals, Abigail sees and hears a lot. But nothing compares to the pain and torture she once experienced as the wife of Erik Benton. Although she somehow managed to escape his abuse two years ago, Abigail still peers around every corner and through every shadow, expecting him to grab her and force her back into his hell.

Now immersed in a new life in Noir Belle, Louisiana, Abigail suspects nothing when she is told she has another prisoner to transport. But when she realizes the prisoner is her husband pretending to be an inmate, Abigail is propelled back into a nightmare where she must live at the mercy of an evil man. Abigail fights endless days of mental, physical, and sexual abuse at the hands of her abductor until her saving grace arrives. Now only one question remains: Is her captor really who she thinks he is?

In this erotic thriller, a sheriff deputy embarks on a courageous journey to survive after a deranged prisoner abducts her.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Dec 28, 2015
• ISBN: 9781504968980

Niki Hebert McQuilling

Recently, I met my favorite author who, I think, gave me the best advice. She told me to write about what I know, and what I know is law enforcement. I have eleven years experience in corrections, patrol deputy, and currently in transportation. I’ve written short stories many years ago when I was in high school. As a job requirement, I have written legal reports of real-life incidents from people who sought help from my profession. My name is Niki, and I’m from a small town in South Louisiana. My husband and I have been together for over eleven years and have a total of four children, ages twenty-two, seventeen, fifteen, and fourteen. Prison Blade is my first novel.

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© 2015 Niki Hebert McQuilling. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse 03/11/2016

ISBN: 978-1-5049-6899-7 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-5049-6897-3 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-5049-6898-0 (e)

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

About the Author

DEDICATION

To the victims and survivors of any type of violence,

I hope and pray you find safety and peace.

SPECIAL THANKS

I would like to thank my daughter, Koryn Boyd, for illustrating the cover for Prison Blade. You are an amazing artist and I am very proud of you and your brother Matthew... I love you both.

My husband Andrew for supporting me and putting up with my mood swings and sometimes silence as I wrote this book.

Carrie and Danica, I would walk through fire for you two and would drag both your asses with me. You stood by me throughout this book and kept me going. I promised Carrie there would be romance and I promised Danica she would love Erik. I hope I met your criteria.

Jae (Jagger), you are by far one of my closest friends. Thank you for pushing me to write this. You kept me going during the biggest writing blocks EVER! You are a true friend and allow me to be me. You are my conscious and you keep me grounded most of the time. You are an awesome writer and I look forward to seeing your book when the time comes.

To my friends who read the rough draft and critiqued it, thank you. If I missed anyone by name, I'm sorry but thank you.

Last but certainly not least, to Henry Cavill. I'm not sure if I can put this in here but you are my biggest inspiration. You may never read this and I may never meet you (you are my favorite actor and I really hope I do meet you someday) but thank you. In my head you were my Erik Benton in every way. You make me smile. That's not creepy at all right?

Violence is never okay. No matter what type of relationship you're in, no means no. To anyone who has been involved in a situation where someone else hurts you have the right to protect yourself by all means possible. Tell someone if you find yourself in that kind of situation. If you know someone who is in that situation, speak up because you are involved and could very well save someone's life. I know it's not easy to just leave. I know all the reasons you tell yourself why you can't go but you have to believe that there is help and that you will find peace. I know it's hard to believe but the police are there to help you. Please support Law Enforcement.

Chapter 1

(February 2014)

I saw him again. Today, he was walking down the street with his dog in tow. Shirtless. Sweat glistening from the tattoos on his arms. His black cargo shorts hung loosely from his hips. He just moved here, I think. I rarely see him, and when I do, it's always from behind. I have no idea what he looks like. I want to see him but I shouldn't. I can't but I want to meet him. The things I would let him do to me. Jeez Abigail, get a grip! Why would he want someone like me? Hiding behind my sunglasses, I force myself to look away.

I pull my car into the driveway, place it in park and turn off both radios. Not quite ready to get out, I remain in the car. I don't want bring any attention to myself. Lord knows I get enough stares during the day. I turn my head to look at him. He's just about to round the corner of the block when he stops. He kneels down to pet his dog, he turns and looks in my direction. I turn around in my car to see what he was looking at. I didn't see anything. He couldn't be looking at me. There was no way he noticed me. I sink into my seat just in case. He then stands up and continues his walk. Once he's out of sight, I finally step out of the car. That was close.

I hurry to the safety of my home. I begin my daily routine of removing my belt and uniform. I sigh loudly, thankful that no one can hear me. The removal of the duty belt is a relief in itself. Fifteen extra pounds is a lot to wear for 8 plus hours. After I've showered, I put on my favorite orange cotton shorts and navy blue camisole. I pull my hair up in a ponytail. While I nibbled on leftover pizza, I grab my kindle and resume reading my latest erotic novel on my couch.

When my eyes became blurry from reading, I look up to try to focus. I see him again. I blinked several times. He's there at my door. I slowly stand up and make my way to the door. He doesn't see me so I watch him stand at the door with his arms crossed over his massive chest. Then the doorbell rings.

Hey he says with a hot husky voice as I open the screen door. My throat felt so dry I was afraid to speak and sound like complete idiot so I replied with a smile.

My dog, Sam, got loose. I thought I saw him in your backyard. Would you mind if I looked?

Not at all. Sorry, come in I slowly moved to side to allow him in. As he steps in, I finally see him. He has black hair mixed with white, dark brown eyes with a wide jaw with day old stubble. He was at least 6 feet. He loomed over my short statue of 5'4. He was solid muscle but not thin. Husky would describe him. Actually, freaking hot as hell would describe him better. He looked intimidating; I can't stop looking at him.

Before I was able to close the door, he had me pinned against the wall with his large frame. With a knee between my thighs, He placed one hand on the nape of my neck and used the other to carefully grip my hair. In his husky voice he said,

I see you watching me. I know you want me.

Between him and the book I was reading, I was already hot and bothered. I couldn't argue. I couldn't fight him. He knew. Then he slammed his mouth against mine. I felt his hardness on my belly. I couldn't think, I could barely breathe. His hand that was gripping my hair began to explore. He lightly traced my neck then down to my braless camisole. He then placed his thumb over my nipple and began to...

Sarge

He rubbed...

Hey sarge the prisoner in the back seat called, snapping me out of my daydream.

Son of a bitch.

Yeah?

I need to use the bathroom the prisoner informed me. Can you stop somewhere? He asked.

No, I can't. Not without a male deputy. We're about 20 minutes away. I replied with a polite smile even though I was aggravated. He interrupted my daydream sex with the hot guy. I laughed to myself. I really need to stop doing that. It's weird.

Ok he said. I understand he said. Whatever... I thought. He kept talking. I hate it when they want to have a conversation. For one, I can't hear them well from the front seat. And two, I don't want to hear about why they're in jail and how innocent they are, I don't want to know about their personal lives and I certainly don't want to talk about my life. But I couldn't let him know that. It's unprofessional. I nodded as if I understood but my thoughts remained on the mysterious hot guy my subconscious conjured up until we arrived at my destination. Once there, I pulled up to the speaker guarding the gate.

Name and agency please. The ear piercing voice yelled from the speaker. I had squeezed my eyes shut as if that would block the screeching speaker.

Deputy Averies with the Sheldon Parish Sheriff's Office returning one. I replied automatically. After pulling the car into the sally port and locking up my weapons, I allowed the prisoner out of the car. While walking him into jail, he turns to me and says,

I hope I don't offend you but I think you're very beautiful.

Thank you. He just nodded. I hear that a lot from the inmates. I signed whatever paperwork the jail staff pushed in front of me and left.

I replaced all my weapons to their rightful place on my duty belt and returned to my car. The second I pulled onto the road my phone rang. I smiled when I saw the name of the caller.

Greetings! Grand Master Flying monkey! Do you bring forth good news? I smiled through the phone. My best friend and my supervisor, Sergeant Jagger Ellison always kept me happy and laughing. We had our own language and our own world that only we understood. Many coworkers speculated an affair between us but that wasn't what explained our closeness. We were soulmates. We were siblings from another lifetime. He's my family. I loved him like a big brother. I had been single since I moved here two years ago and he thinks I need a man in my life. He and his wife are constantly trying to fix me up but it never works out. We had this one joke between us that I would poison any hot guy I saw and subdue him to my lustful needs. The said poison was named Unicorn Semen Dust. It was very magical, very potent. I wish I could tell him that a man was the reason I moved here to begin with and it wasn't to hook up with.

All hail, almighty queen of the evil flying monkeys. Have you hypnotized any unsuspecting men with your magic dust? Did you throw unicorn dust grenades on the cast of 300?

No, I have not. I'm waiting for superman. However, the day is not over yet and superman will show up. So what's up?

"I bring forth news.... There is a male pickup in Rustin Parish. His name is Wes Bryant, He has court in the morning. It's not that far away. Are you ok with that?

Of course I am.

I know you are, but you know I worry especially when you're by yourself, more so when the sheriff doesn't want any restraints on this guy.

No restraints? Is he insane?

That has yet to be determined. The results haven't come back yet but we're all betting that he is. Apparently this Wes Bryant is important. I contacted the shift supervisor at Rustin Detention Center and he agreed to have deputies escort you to your unit. Just keep the cage window shut and you should be ok. They said Bryant wasn't a violent person. Hope that helps.

Well, I have my two friends Smith and Wesson and my pal lightening. Maybe if he's hot, I could use some of the unicorn dust.

Wow!

I'm kidding! I laughed and told him I would see him when I got back. I made my way toward Ruston.

Chapter 2

I made it to the jail and performed the routine of identifying myself and then picking up weapons. I grabbed my paperwork and headed to the special entrance. I advised the deputy behind the booking desk who I was and who I was there to pick up. After the deputy completed the paperwork she said it would be a few minutes. While waiting, I occupied myself by reading the memo board in their break room. As my eyes roamed the useless rules that were very similar to our own rules, I noticed a photo of female employee who was appointed employee of the month. That's nice. It's such an honor to be acknowledged, we wouldn't know about that.

Deputy Averies? Your inmate is ready. A male employee said as he entered the breakroom. Are you transporting alone? He asked.

Yes I said, I am aware of the no restraints ordered by Sheriff Hodge.

The deputy replied, Ok. Well, he's up front whenever you're ready.

Thank You. I said. I pushed opened the door to their breakroom and immediately froze. The back of my neck became hot. Fire spread across my neck and shot down my spine. My pulse started racing. I couldn't breathe. That familiar feeling I haven't felt in years was back. It can't be. It can't be him. This is a jail. He wouldn't be in a jail. He wouldn't be a prisoner. I glanced around to see a couple deputies watching me. I was absently rubbing the back of my neck as if it would dissolve the fire growing there. This isn't real. He isn't here. I shook off the feeling and held horrid memories back. I couldn't allow that to happen here. I moved forward praying my brain, legs and feet banned together and not make me trip and look like a total idiot. I threw a small smile toward the other deputies hoping it would satisfy them. It must have. I knew since I was an outsider of their jail, I didn't matter to them.

I made my way to the cemented bench that sat in front of their booking area. An inmate sat with his back to me. As I neared him, the deputy escorting him ordered him to stand up. The closer I walked to him the hotter the fire grew as well as the shaking. I looked up as he turned to face me. It felt like my soul was overtaken by fear. Panic threatened to consume my entire body but I had to talk it down. I couldn't move. I stared into ice blue eyes and those evil eyes glared back. His predator like smile spread across his handsome face like wolf who found its prey. I spent years fearing those eyes and I spent the last two years hiding from those same eyes that haunted my dreams. Erik Benton, my husband, was the one person who I feared the most and now he was standing in front of me. For nearly two years, I constantly peered through every corner and every shadow expecting him to grab me and force me back into hell. In the back of my mind I knew this day would come, that he would find me and make me pay for leaving him.

My heart was beating so fast it caused me to breathe in shallow breaths. Pain shot through my chest as my brain attempted to grip reality. Erik was here and he was angry. His wavy, chocolate brown hair fell gently against his cheek bones. His wide jaw was covered with a thin beard as if he hadn't shaved in a couple weeks. He seemed bigger, huge with broad shoulders. He was dressed remarkably nice for being an inmate. Inmates don't normally wear dark denim jeans with a black dress shirt. He stared down at me and smiled, but it wasn't genuine and it didn't reach his eyes. It was the devil's smile. He reeked of hotness and all man and the son of a bitch knew it. He drew stares from everyone around us. I was the only one who didn't want to look at him. I was the only person who wanted to be far away from him. I stared at him in shock and disbelief. I hated him. I feared him. I loathed him. While horrid memories threatened to invade my mind, my body fought other memories. Memories of pain, memories of pleasure. My first instinct was to run as fast and as far away as I could. But my job and my past have crashed together and if it came to the surface, I would be the one in handcuffs.

Averies? You ok? You look pale. the deputy asked, snapping me out of my trance.

Yeah thanks, I'll be right back My voice was hoarse. My throat was suddenly dry. I tried not to sound the same way I felt. I handed him the only restraints I had, handcuffs. I turned to walk to the bathroom. I managed to make it there without having a complete breakdown. I felt sick, dizzy and wanted to throw up. I gripped the sink and held myself up which was difficult to do considering my hands were shaking. I have to control myself. I can't let anyone see me like this. They can't know my relationship to this 'inmate'. They can't know I fear for my life.

Chapter 3

Once I was able to catch my breath, I left the bathroom. I stopped suddenly. Wait, he's an inmate? He did look a little to clean. His name is Erik Benton not Wes Bryant. How is that possible? Something doesn't seem right with this. I had this sudden urge to call the Lieutenant and tell him I wasn't doing this. I didn't feel safe. But then I felt completely stupid for even thinking that way. I forced myself to move and get back to the job at hand. I tried not to think about the fact that I will be alone with him for the next two hours.

Averies, you sure you ok? the deputy asked me again.

Yes, I'm fine. I said glaring straight at Erik. I reminded myself that I wasn't the same Abigail he knew. I wasn't the same quiet scared little wife he had. I was still scared but I fight back now. His devilish grin disappeared and was replaced with a glare. I turned to the desk sergeant to sign paperwork. The sergeant didn't seem to notice our interaction but his eyes told a different story. His eyes were trying to say that he also felt that something was wrong. He handed me the paperwork. As I scanned them, one sentence popped out. 'Sheriff Hodge of Sheldon Parish Sheriff's Office orders inmate Wes Bryant to be transported to the Sheldon Parish Correctional Center by Deputy Abigail Averies on this date. Sheriff Hodge orders that the inmate be transported without restraints'

What the fuck? Me? Why did he name me to transport? I couldn't understand what any of this meant and I didn't have the time or patience to figure it out right now. But I didn't want to be alone with my husband who thought I was dead.

He watched me the entire time. He kept his eyes on me while I interacted with the staff. I was half expecting to spontaneously combust because the fire on my neck grew hotter. I know the other deputies knew something wasn't right about this whole situation but they continued to follow their orders. They followed us outside but never said a word. I wanted to scream at them.

As I unlocked the car and opened the door to the backseat, I said, You're going to have to stretch your legs over the seats since you're so tall. My voice was shaky. I waited patiently as he situated himself in the back seat. I didn't want to speak to him but it was an automatic response and it was amusing to watch his large frame try to squeeze in the back seat. The Rustin deputies stayed under their sally port and watched us leave. It was as if they were waiting for something to happen.

Once we were on the road, his silence remained no more.

Chapter 4

Hello princess I cringed. That voice that I had begun to forget grated my nerves. I hated that pet name he gave me. I ignored him. I silently begged for him to leave me alone. Apparently he wasn't listening.

Abigail, look at me his husky but deadly voice boomed through the small interior of the car. I shook my head no. I turned the radio up in an attempt to drown him out. Now that I was tucked away in my car, I didn't bother to try and control my reaction from him. I allowed tears to escape from behind my