Narrative Essay About Salvadora

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Pandora begins to wake up, tossing and turning on the uncomfortable floor. Wait, what? Her blue eyes fly open when she remembers what happened yesterday. There she was, laying on the dirty floor. She stumbles as she sits up, realizing that her pale leg was chained to the brick wall. She was just in her underwear which was now filthy with grime. The door creaks open as light fill the dim room and footsteps get louder as the person walks down the never ending staircase. There he stood, with a wicked grin on his handsome face. His green eyes seemed to glow in the dim light as he stared at me.
"Awe look, sleeping beauty is finally awake." His voice fills her ears and she fights back a sarcastic comeback. His footsteps echoed as he walked closer to Pandora, standing right in front of her. Pandora stands up also, her face flushed with anger. Lucas had to be at least 6'1 or …show more content…

When she got to the door, she flings it open and run out of the house. The moment her feet touched the ground, pain shot up her fragile body. Pandora pushed through the horrific pain that she was enduring and kept running. Her feet were bleeding by the time she was out of sight from the house. Pandora could still hear the male running after her. She knew she couldn't risk changing so she continued running. Her feet were in intense pain as her speed began to increase. The pain had completely taken over her body as she falls onto the ground. Her breathing was heavy as she struggles to stand up. She had scratches from the stray branches that hit her vulnerable body. Pandora shakily gets up and she feels a burst of energy surge through her body. Adrenaline courses through her veins, which she used to help fuel her frantic running. Her feet slam onto dead leaves and sticks as her hands fly up to push away the branches from hitting her face. She could feel herself getting tired again but she kept running against her bodies

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