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Deliverance for Amelia

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Deliverance for Amelia

Written by Bonny Capps





Table of Contents



Acknowledgements and Dedication


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

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Four

Chapter Thirty-Five

Chapter Thirty-Six

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Chapter Forty

Chapter Forty-One

Chapter Forty-Two

Chapter Forty-Three

Chapter Forty-Four

Chapter Forty-Five

Chapter Forty-Six

Chapter Forty-Seven

Chapter Forty-Eight

Chapter Forty-Nine

Chapter Fifty

Chapter Fifty-One

Chapter Fifty-Two

Chapter Fifty-Three

Chapter Fifty-Four

Chapter Fifty-Five

Chapter Fifty-Six

Chapter Fifty-Seven

Chapter Fifty-Eight

Chapter Fifty-Nine

Chapter Sixty

Chapter Sixty-One

Chapter Sixty-Two

Chapter Sixty-Three

Chapter Sixty-Four

Chapter Sixty-Five

Chapter Sixty-Six


About Author






























Deliverance for Amelia

Bonny Capps 2015

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without written permission from the author.

This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person (alive or dead) is coincidental. The characters and story were created strictly from the author’s imagination.

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Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.












Acknowledgements & Dedication

To my guys – I love you all so very much.

Dusty, you’re an amazing husband, thank you for all that you do. It’s always so fun bouncing ideas off of you!

To my amazing mother Bunny Bennett for taking the time to edit this novel. I love you.

To my best friend and sister, Heather.

Thank you to my amazing beta readers (Nicole Carter, Kelly Chandler, Sharon Sheeley, Melissa Martin and Misty Ford). Your feedback helps immensely.

To my amazing fans, friends and family.

Cover image: FlexDreams

This is for all of the survivors out there.

“The feat of surviving is directly related to the capacity of the survivor.”

Claire Cameron








When I first began writing Deliverance for Amelia, I knew that it would be a difficult story to tell. What I didn’t foresee was the amount of anger that would be felt or the tears that would be shed when writing this story.

Amelia’s story is an abusive one. She goes through a lot in order to survive. The tale that you’re about to read is not for the faint of heart, so it is very important that you pay mind to the warning.

This book does not glorify an abusive, controlling relationship – in fact, it strips it down to the muscles and bones. There is no sugar coating what an abusive relationship is. Abuse is abuse, plain and simple.

It took some serious digging through the depths of my mind to create Gabe. He is everything evil, while Amelia is a kind heart, trapped in a very unfortunate situation.

There may be points where you want to put this book down, understandably so. I can imagine that if it was as hard to write for me as the author, it will be even more difficult for you as the reader. However, I can promise you - if you stick to it – Amelia will find light at the end of the cold, dark tunnel that she has found herself in.

This is a story about strength and perseverance. Not allowing yourself to become completely broken or losing sight of who you are. Amelia discovers this throughout the book.

If you have triggers - please, put this book down. It was not written to shock and awe. It was written because I wanted to see a strong girl survive incomprehensible circumstances, and in order to do that, I did put her in shocking – terrifying – troubling circumstances.

In this book you will find that everything in Amelia’s life is controlled. Absolutely everything. Everything that Amelia loves is either taken from her, or jeopardized in some way.

Yes, Amelia’s story was a tough one to tell. You never know what you’re capable of surviving.

Chapter One: Gabe



Take Mr. Grant Jackson for example. When you’re rather suave looking, it’s always easy to lure them in some way or the other. Mr. Jackson’s loving wife phoned me a couple of weeks ago and I’ve been following him since.

He’s a successful CEO of a media corporation and she’s a socialite who smelled the money. An odd couple they are, the fact that she’s purely using him for his bank account is obvious. She has thousands of his dollars pumped into her balloon like lips and fake tits, but she paid up – that’s what matters, ironically with her husband’s hard earned money.

It’s always the same story, greedy wives or horny husband’s wanting to off the other. Here I am, the proverbial hit man. Only, I take unique requests and I have a passion for medieval torture devices that would make even Eddie Gein’s skin crawl.

Mr. Jackson is writhing about on the wooden table with ropes situated at the top and bottom. “The Rack” was designed to dislocate every joint in a human’s body and is often where I strap my victims down to play.

His mind is clearing of the fogged daze set on by the chloroform soaked rag. I slapped it over his mouth hours earlier in the parking garage of his company. He’s a stubby, short man – a nerd of sorts. His hair is wiry and coming loose from the low pony-tail he was sporting earlier. His white, hairy chest heaving up and down, stripped to only his tighty whities with his sorry excuse of a package. I’ve left his cliché nerdy, black-framed glasses on. I want him to see the “toys” that I’ve set out for him.

It’s go time.

All I can hear are his muffled sobs and attempted screams from behind the gag, drowning out the classical tunes I have playing. I cock my head to the side and examine his frightened face.

“What’s that?” I ask as I stand over him, “Oh, where are my manners.”

I remove the gag and the pleas begin almost immediately.

“Please, p-p-please. Whatever she paid you, I can double it – triple it!” He exclaims.

I tick my tongue at him and turn to my table of instruments. I go for one of my favorite toys and turn to face him. I hold it over his face momentarily before turning it in my hands, his frightened gaze following.

“This is a Heretic’s Fork,” I say nonchalantly, a devious smile forming on my face, “the leather strap will go around your neck, and this piece here will sit right under your chin and the other right at your sternum. You’ll want to be still, because the forks will pierce right through your chin if you’re not careful.”

“No… NO!” He shrieks as he tosses his head from side to side emphatically.

“Shhhh.” I whisper, “Your screams will only motivate me.” Tears are now escaping his eyes as he tries to still his convulsing body.

I strap the Heretic’s Fork around his neck and he winces as he tries to lower his head, the fork jabbing him slightly, causing a single trickle of blood to run down his neck.

“Now,” I say as I turn back to the table, “Ah, yes – The Lead Sprinkler,” I turn and show him, his eyes struggling to look towards me, he’s afraid to move his head, in fear that the fork might pierce him again, “I will need to go heat it of course, but I can assure you that it will be rather difficult for you to remain still. I currently have tar inside the bulb end, these holes will release it with each flick of the wrist.” I stop when my phone begins buzzing in my pocket. I retrieve it and look at the illuminated screen. The Mayor, the bastard still owes me half a mill for offing the blackmailing journalist months prior.

“Tony!” I say cheerily.

“Gabe, I’ve gone bankrupt, I don’t know what to do.”

I annoyingly place the Lead Sprinkler back on the table of instruments and respond with the most saccharine tone, “Ah, see – that’s going to be a problem Tony,” I pause and wink at Mr. Jackson before continuing, “You knew going into this what the consequences would be if you failed to pay up-”

He cuts me off and I clamp my teeth together. I loathe being interrupted.

“Gabe, I’ll come up with it.”

“You better,” I sneer, “Because I will take something very precious to you, without hesitation”

I snap my phone shut and retrieve the Lead Sprinkler from the table once more, “Now, where were we?”









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