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Authors: Kim Fielding

Tags: #M/M Romance, Love is an Open Road, gay romance, fantasy, hurt/comfort, magic users, prison/captivity, revenge, disabilities, rape (briefly suggested but not described)

The Downs

Table of Contents

Love is an Open Road

The Downs – Information

A Note from the Author

The Downs

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Author Bio

Love is an Open Road

An M/M Romance series

THE DOWNS

By Kim Fielding

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The Downs
, Copyright © 2015
Kim Fielding

Cover Art by Kim Fielding

Cover Photograph by
John Andresen

 

 

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THE DOWNS

By Kim Fielding

Photo Description

A naked man stands with his back to the viewer, a plain white floor beneath his feet. Ahead of him, a pair of large black doors are ajar, revealing a glimpse of bright light. The man’s shoulders are slightly hunched and his head is bowed; he appears hesitant to face whatever fate awaits him through the doors.

Story Letter

Dear Author
,

He stood, head bowed, body tense, waiting. No matter what happened next, his life would never be the same…

Please give this man his life changing event, whatever that may be, as long as he ends up with his HEA/HFN by the end.

Thank you,

Aislinn

Story Info

Genre:
fantasy

Tags:
hurt/comfort, magic users, prison/captivity, revenge, disabilities

Content Warnings:
rape (briefly suggested but not described)

Word Count:
31,641

A Note from the Author

My deepest gratitude to John Andresen, who kindly gave me permission to use his beautiful photograph as the cover of this book. You can view his work at his website:
http://www.johnandresen.no/
. Thanks also to my dear friend Karen, magical polisher of my prose. I’m grateful to Jennifer Mattison for her edits. And thank you, Aislinn, for the wonderful prompt that inspired me so well.

THE DOWNS

By Kim Fielding

Chapter One

The anteroom was warm— much warmer than the cell where he’d been kept for the past several weeks. Enitan tried to concentrate on that small crumb of comfort instead of panicking over the complete darkness or giving in to the fear churning in his belly. He wouldn’t cry, he couldn’t run, and there was nobody to fight. Just him, naked, in a small bare room, the marble floor hot and smooth like skin.

When the huge doors began to rumble open, he turned to face them but had to bow his head against the piercing light. Although his hands wanted to clench into fists, he kept them open at his sides. The tightness across his shoulders and down his back threatened to affect his lungs.
Steady
, he told himself.
Your future is out of your hands now. Just accept.

He’d never been the compliant kind.

Finally the doors stopped their slow scrape. “Forward!” barked a female voice. Eyes squinted nearly shut, Enitan shuffled ahead.

“Stop!”

He couldn’t see the figure before him— the glare was much too bright— but he felt the weight of the Judge’s gaze. He wondered if she saw his physical self: a tall man, long-legged and muscular, with an angular face many men and women had called pleasing. Did she see the Enitan others saw now, a man accused and convicted of killing his father? Or did the Judge see his inner self, where the last bits of defiance lay smothered by terror, despair, and rage?

For a very long time, he remained still, his eyes closed and his heartbeat thudding loudly in his ears.

“This man is judged,” said the female voice at last, in a flat and unemotional tone. “Enitan Javed cannot be redeemed.”

He raised his head, opened his eyes, and looked at the Judge. He couldn’t make out the details well. She was taller than he was— taller than any human— and stood ramrod straight, her golden robes hanging from her thin body like curtains. Her skin and hair were golden as well, as if she’d been cast all in one piece from the precious metal. Her face would have been beautiful if it had been less harsh, more alive. But where her eyes should have been, two deep holes threatened to suck Enitan’s soul away. Overcome with dizziness, he almost lost his balance, and he staggered a half step. The Judge didn’t react.

Some men might have wept or pleaded for mercy. Some might have proclaimed their innocence. Others might have given a noble speech. Enitan did none of those things. In a voice almost as cool as the Judge’s, he said, “Fuck you.”

A bolt of agony made him cry out and collapse to his hands and knees. His skin burned. His
organs
burned. He couldn’t scream anymore because flames seared his lungs; he saw nothing but molten gold; his limbs flailed uncontrollably. Then the ground opened beneath him— or perhaps he flew into the air. He couldn’t tell. There was nothing around him but an inferno of pain as the last vestiges of his life burned to ashes. He had time for one final thought:
Revenge
.

****

He awoke to darkness, thirst, and a throbbing ache that encompassed his entire body. He was grateful for the thirst, however, because it meant he was still alive, and at least the pain was only a shadow of what he’d felt in front of the Judge. He lay curled on his side in a solid metal enclosure that was too small for him to stretch out his legs or raise his head and shoulders more than a few inches. The cramped space reeked of piss, shit, and vomit. And, he realized, the cage was moving, bumping along a road that seemed made of nothing but ruts. He shouldn’t have been surprised at that; few people journeyed across the Reach, and those who did were not entitled to comfort.

Groaning, trying not to lose what little remained in his stomach, he scraped at the walls. After a concerted effort, his fingernails came away bloody, but he hadn’t found any seams or weaknesses in the enclosure. The only irregularity was a small bit of grating near one corner. The tiny holes let in air but no light.

He was still naked, his skin and hair crusted with a fetid mess. His skin hurt as if he had a nasty sunburn. The worst spot was on his forehead, raw and seeping. The mark of the condemned. Nobody would call him handsome now. Not that it mattered.

With no one to see or hear, he could finally cry. But although his throat was bitter and his eyes stung, no tears fell. Maybe the Judge had burned them out of him for good.

But she hadn’t consumed his hatred.
Minna
,
somehow I will find a way to visit vengeance upon you
. He repeated it over and over in his head as a cutting form of comfort.

As the cage rattled on, Enitan closed his eyes against the darkness and tried to imagine himself far away. In his own bed, perhaps, with clean sheets that smelled of lavender and with one of his lovers bathed in moonlight and smiling at him. Or maybe at the Bennu Club, lounging among piles of cushions and laughing with his friends. But his lovers were gone and his friends had turned away from him, and he’d never go home or to the club again.

His thoughts turned to family. To his father, poisoned. The old man had spent too many hours at work for the two of them to be close, yet Enitan had loved him and had grieved at his death. His sister, Minna, had pretended to grieve as well, and she was a good actress— good enough to fool almost everyone. But Enitan had seen the triumph in her eyes when the Council had pronounced him guilty of patricide. Now rage burned in the pit of his empty belly, and he was glad. The Judge hadn’t taken everything from him.

He might have dozed for a while, but he grew alert when the cage came to a halt and metal squealed. As light flooded his enclosure, he instinctively curled into a ball. Someone laughed harshly and threw something at him, then slammed the hatch closed again. With some trepidation, Enitan felt for the object and was relieved to discover a waterskin. The liquid inside was warm and rank-tasting— he suspected someone had added piss to the contents— but he was dehydrated enough that he sipped at it anyway, grateful that he didn’t vomit.

After a time, the cage began to move again. Hours passed. He tried to remember how long it took to cross the Reach. Two days? Three? He’d seen paintings: a landscape as flat and endless as the sky and with no buildings to break the monotony, just league after league of stubbly brown grass. He’d heard that the only creatures living in the Reach were a few species of insects and some spiders. People said that the land was as cursed as the prisoners who were dragged across it.

When another fit of claustrophobia threatened to overwhelm him, Enitan measured his breathing. “Accept,” he whispered. “It’s already done. No use in fighting.” He found it difficult to heed his own advice, so he changed his tactic. “Revenge. Find a path for revenge.”

Although he tried to conserve the water, it was gone long before the cage stopped again. His limbs had progressed from cramped to numb, and he felt as if his stomach were consuming itself. He cried out hoarsely when the hatch sprang open and the bright light assaulted him, but he didn’t fight back as rough hands seized him and dragged him out of the box. He was dumped roughly onto the hard ground.

“Get up!” Someone kicked him hard enough to make him yelp. He tried to stand, but his legs wouldn’t obey. Twice more a foot connected with his back before two men grabbed his arms and hauled him upright. Even then, Enitan would have fallen if his captors hadn’t held him up.

What kind of person made a living transporting the unredeemable across the Reach? Enitan squinted at them. There were three men, each coarsely dressed and sun-ruddy, all of them sneering.

“Not such a fine fellow
now
, are you?” laughed the one who wasn’t gripping Enitan’s arm. He was probably close to Enitan’s age— not yet into his forties— but his gray eyes were cold and lifeless. “No, not very fine at all.”

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