NOTHING IS SACROSANCT
by
David E Balaam
Other titles by the same author;
Columbus Day
The Letter
No One is Sacrosanct
Copyright © 2016 David E Balaam
All rights reserved
Published by: davidbalaam-books.co.uk
ISBN: 9783964549815
2nd UK revised edition 2020.
English (UK) dictionary format.
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real.
Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organisations is entirely coincidental.
All rights are reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author.
“To all the innocent victims . . .
may your voices be heard one day”
PART ONE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
PART TWO
CHAPTER ONE
PART THREE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
SOME HISTORY
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
PART ONE
Chapter One
1969
Daniel Mace stirred from his induced sleep. His vision was blurred, his head was throbbing with pain and he could feel a burning sensation on the side of his neck. Somewhere in the distance, he thought he could hear the faint sound of laughter and clapping. His eyes, still blurred, picked out the lined red, green and brown flocked pattern wallpaper on the stairs, although, something within his numb cerebral cortex, combined with his blurred vision, couldn't remember the pattern having a brown stripe. He blinked several times to focus, and it took a few moments for the adrenaline to kick in - and it did, as soon as he realised his predicament. Daniel Mace was tied and gagged, sitting on the first-floor landing of his house looking directly at a brown rope hanging from the open loft door – unmistakably a hangman’s noose.
He looked around in fear, trying to call out to no avail. The first glimpse of his abductor was when the bathroom door opened. “Hello, Daniel. Sorry to keep you waiting.” Said a cold calculated voice.
Daniel Mace murmured uncontrollably, not knowing what-on-earth this intruder was talking about. The stranger, with an unusual accent and polite smile, stood in front of Mace for a few moments looking at the pathetic man; pleased with himself he had achieved this much. He was now sure the final act would go smoothly, and his undertaking would be complete. The stranger sat opposite Mace and leant back against the wooden landing uprights. He crossed his legs, looking relaxed as he re-stretched the Latex gloves on each hand whilst giving Mace a disturbing smile. “Daniel,” he finally said, in a measured tone, “let me tell you why I am here.” The stranger's face tightened and his smile dissolved. “You've been naughty, haven't you, Daniel. Very naughty.”
Chapter Two
1979 December
Marcus was lying on his bed, naked, allowing Rosa to give him a massage. “I was thinking of Isabel and Charlie,” he said casually. Rosa stopped massaging his unique hairless chest. She was also naked, straddling his lower abdomen, his penis partially erect due to the massaging. Rosa looked at Marcus suspiciously. “You said it was a one-off, no more. You promised,” she said, with a concerned that touched Marcus. He leant forward and cupped her face with his right hand. “I thought you liked them. You said they were willing and responsive . . . your words, my angel.” Rosa sighed and took hold of Marcus’s semi-erect penis and started to massage it. She worked her hand up and down expertly, as she had been taught, and he remembered how he had found her, and how much fun it had been teaching her many things, just those five short years ago.
His thoughts drifted back to his youth and his family, and those black times during the war. He placed his hand over Rosa's hand. “Not there. Not just now, my love,” he said, sombrely. Rosa nodded and returned to work on his chest, pouring warm scented oil on his stomach, then working her hands rhythmically over his glistening torso. He let Rosa continue her expert manipulation as he closed his eyes, remembering, as he did from time to time, how lucky he had been, escaping from occupied Austria.
The allies’; Russia, France, America and Britain had divided his country into four