Master: An Erotic Novel Of The Count Of Monte Cristo - Plot & Excerpts
341819Château d’IfOff the Coast of Marseille, FranceHe knew every gray stone in his prison cell, every mortar-filled line between each of them, every change in topography of the dirt floor beneath his filthy, cold, bare feet.He had stopped counting the days of his imprisonment after one thousand of them, for he no longer cared to keep track of what had become this eternity of worm-filled black bread, dank water, and horrible, dark solitude.He’d spoken to no one for an aeon, since the day he’d gone mad at the jailer, demanding to know how he’d come to be here, incarcerated—what he’d done, what crime he’d committed, who had sent him here, what horrible error had been made. But the only answer he’d received had been being thrown into this cell, even smaller and darker than the one he’d previously occupied.He had nearly stopped reminding himself of his own name.Edmond Dantès.His lips moved silently, for there was no one there to hear.But the name that did come to his lips, in a quiet, gentle murmur, like a lifeline to a drowning sailor, was the talisman he’d clung to all these days, these years.“Mercédès.”He said it again, no more than a release of breath in his silent world.
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