Author: Clarissa Wild
Series: Delirious, #3
Release Date: March 3, 2015
Genre: Dark Romance
Sweet revenge keeps her alive … and drives her to kill.
I am the forgotten one, the girl who was left for dead.
In this mental hospital I call prison I plot my revenge.
I remember everything.
Their faces. Their touch. Even their smell.
What they did to me was beyond cruel. I’m going to return the favor.
In here I survive by using someone just as they used me. One of them wants to claim me as his own. A man without mercy, without a conscience, craving the wickedness inside me. But I won’t be a puppet for his desires. I will play his strings like a puppeteer and use him to escape.
And when I do … I will kill them all.
This is Ashley’s story and the final book in the Delirious Series. This is a full-length novel. These books should be read in order.
WARNING: This book contains very disturbing situations, strong language, dubious consent, and graphic violence.
I’m genuinely at a loss as to where to begin with this book. My mind is still racing to catch up with everything that was revealed and all that I’ve come to question with this story. Scorch is the third book in the Delirious Series and finally lets us into Ashley’s head, which proves to be just as dark and twisted a place, as I would have imagined. While Lillith wanted answers and a happily ever after with Sebastian, Ashley is out for blood. Her fierce determination for revenge on the men who destroyed her world is overwhelming and Clarissa Wild made her anger and pain spill off each and every page. Ashley’s point of view from inside the institution was unique and offered explanations as to the inner workings of the hospital that filled out the string of events that had previously unfolded in the series.
“With each shot I feel myself change, in both a good and bad way. I lose all sense of reality, of what is right and wrong, and revert to primal instinct. The need to kill becomes stronger by the second, darkness seeping into my pores.”
Ashley is an anomaly. I’ve never met a character like her and I’m still unsure as to my feelings towards her. I empathized with her pain and the horrible crimes that led her to her hospitalization, but her personality did not lend itself to someone who would want you to connect with her. There was an overlying sense of undeniable madness with this character that made her both completely fascinating and totally unreachable. Clarissa Wild did an amazing job at conveying the thoughts and emotions of this troubled girl and I was irreversibly hooked by Scorch. Getting to know Ashley was like watching a natural disaster, you’re aware of the irreparable damage being done; yet you still find yourself mesmerized by the destructive chaos. Sam’s character felt like a figment of Ashley’s imagination at times, his presence seeming simultaneously familiar and completely foreign. Reconciling his role in the story was challenging and added to the growing mystery of the book that proved to be so necessary to the unorthodox outcome of this story.
“I am a living, breathing, fucking illusion, and you’ve already gone insane from what I have to offer.”
I don’t know how to explain the mind-games that Clarissa Wild plays in this book and the Delirious series as a whole. The world she has created is so incredibly backwards and upside down that you can’t help but question absolutely everything about this story. Even now I wonder if what I thought was real could have merely been the insane projections of a mind that has been completely broken. The premise of this series is just that, the mind is a treacherous place and one the damage is done, we’ll never know the extent of its reach. Clarissa captured that sentiment and designed a thrilling journey full of passion and suspense from it, keeping me addicted to the rampant uncertainty and overwhelming emotions of the storyline. Scorch was fantastically disturbing and every bit as mind-bending as I had imagined Ashley to be. You won’t get a clean resolution wrapped in a pretty bow with this story, but it promises to be appropriately satisfying in its intoxicating and questionable end.
I stomp on his balls so hard he squeals like a pig.
“Aw.” I laugh out loud. “Look at you, screaming like a little girl.”
“Please, stop. Don’t do this,” he grunts, heaving.
“Why would I? You never did.” I lean in, grab him by the hair, and pull back. “All you fuckers are the same, thinking you can get away with stealing someone’s innocence.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he sputters over and over again.
“You should have thought of that before you jingled your balls, dude.”
“I can’t change the past, but I am sorry. I’m so sorry …” he whimpers.
“Stop. You’re pathetic, but it won’t make me go easy on you. So just stop the crying. It doesn’t work on me.”
“Please.” Suddenly, he grabs my hand. “I’ll do anything. It doesn’t have to be like this. I can change it all.”
I jerk my hand free. “No, you can’t. It’s too late for any of that.” I grab my bag and start rummaging through it, but he tries to scramble up and leave. As I finally find what I’m looking for, a pair of cuffs and a stapler, I walk toward him and kick him in the back. I hear something snap, and a god-awful sound explodes from his mouth.
He falls to the ground with a flop, screaming his lungs out.
“Whoops.” I laugh. “I guess you don’t like Brokeback Mountain. The mountain being me, in this case. Television ain’t all that, now is it?”
He cries out as I haul him back to the couch and cuff him to the heater. His hand is so close he screams even more.
“Burn, motherfucker,” I say, chuckling to myself.
“Please!” he begs.
“Please, end your life quicker?” I ask, leaning in with raised brows.
He nods quickly, trembling in place.
I shake my head. “No.”
“Yes,” he pleads.
“No.” I frown. “But I guess you don’t understand that word, now do you?”
He shakes his head even more so.
I shrug. “Oh well, it’s time for you to learn what it means when you don’t listen and use someone for your own pleasure.”
I place the stapler on the table and search through my bag until I find a pair of scissors, which are so sharp the blade cuts me when I reach for it. His eyes almost bulge out of his head as he sees me grab all these tools. I smile at him, fascinated by the decline of his sanity. Or mine. I’m not sure.
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Don’t miss the rest of the Delirious Series:
Seek (Delirious #0.5)
Snare (Delirious #1)
Seize (Delirious #2)
Delirious Series Box Set
Clarissa Wild is the USA Today Bestselling author of FIERCE, a college romance series, but she’s best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. She is also a writer of erotic romance such as the Blissful Series, The Billionaire’s Bet series, the Doing It Series and the Enflamed Series. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.
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