I blink my eyes open, there's almost no light, only a small amount coming from a hole in the wall. I groan when a pounding ache forms behind my eyes, I sit up and look around at my surroundings. I'm in a cage, that douche put me in a freaking cage. I'm sitting on a board that comes off the wall, speaking of, the walls were a grey brick. There was a giant room, and then this grey cage. A bucket sits over in the corner, and a towel next to it.
I massage my temples and try to think clearly, it's like everything is in slow motion, I'm not even sure how I managed to sit up. I'm so weak. I hear footsteps from somehwere but I'm so disoriented I can't tell where they are, and the room just echos the sound over and over.
I squeeze my head, trying
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Other than that he was strikingly handsome, with blue eyes surrounded by dark eyelashed, high cheekbones, full lips and a jaw line that could cut metal. Then he smirked, and all of that beauty went down the drain, he was a monster, and he was here to hurt me.
He took slow steps towards me, and once he got here he just stared down at me with that ugly smrik on his face. He had the upper hand and he knew it too.
"Hello Grace." His voice was deep and rough, but his breath was rank and I almost vomited all over him.
"Do you know why you're here beautiful? No, right you don't talk." He makes clacking sound with his tongue and walks over to the table. "We'll just have to see about that." His hands skims over the blanket before he pulls it off to reveal multiple shiny objects. There were knives, guns, whips, chokers, everything you could think of to torture someone.
My breathing picked up but I forced myself to look calm, my hands were starting to shake, making the rope rub against my skin, forming new blisters. He walks over after he picks something off the table and comes over to me, pulling the small blade away from his back so I could see it in the light. Stay calm, stay
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I was on a bed, a white, fluffy bed. My brows furrow in confusion, I slowly get up, pushing the tears out of my eyes, and focus on finding a way to get out of, wherever the hell I am. Once I'm sitting I force myself to the edge of the bed, taking notice of the now pink bed sheets.
I stand and just stay still, trying to get use to the pain but we all know how that goes. I use the wall for support, and anything I can find to grab onto. Once I'm at a door I open it cautiously and peek inside, it's a hallway with white walls and dark oak flooring. I step out onto it but slip and fall, realizing the socks now on my feet, as well as the searing pain in my thighs. I'm wearing sweat pants and a long sleeve, white shirt that wasn't mine, though it's tremendously over sized.
I wimper and lean against the wall, I then hear footsteps coming up the stairs on my left, and I pull myself back into the room and through another door, which leads to a large bathroom. The footsteps are louder now, they're probably in the hall by now, and I reach and close the door as quietly as I can, before pulling myself over the bathtub ledge, and closing the curtain. I was breathing hard and the red of my bandages was becoming darker, very
Zero awoke to find himself standing, it was not something he was familiar with and he searched his memory for any recollection of it happening before. Quickly he discovered that large parts of his memory were missing, gone were the seemingly endless data bases of information. Quickly he sent out feelers trying for a connection of some sort but he drew a blank. It seemed that where ever he was now, had limited connection capacity. Instead he used his visual feed to survey his surrounding, it appeared he was in some kind of desert of discarded parts.
Everything started a few years ago. It was a warm and beautiful night in Africa; the dark blue sky was full of stars… and those were the last things I remember before I woke up in a cold and wet floor. I do not know where I was, or why I my hands were tight behind my back.
My hands are tied with a roughly woven rope. The rope is cutting into my wrists, and blood is dropping down all over floor. I am trying to unbind my hands, but I can’t. Sweat is rolling down from all over my face. I am thirsty, too much thirsty. I am feeling my stomach is filled with small and hard stones. I notice a shiny reflection of glass. I looked at it, and the glass is filled with water. I am dragging myself to the glass. My pants are ripped, and knees are bleeding. Every single bone of my body is shouting with pain. The glass seems to be miles away from me. At last, I reached it. I am just going to take a sip of water, but somebody takes it away from
The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time
My head suddenly snapped back when I heard a noise. My mom’s eyes were closed, but on the other side of the bed stood a horrendous
I go wash my for any last blood. I go into my room and start to turn on the TV for any news. Then, I get a voicemail. I get my phone and listen to my voicemail. I was Clarissa, she said that Rose was not any better.
There was nowhere to go. My feet try to dodge the cracks and holes on what's left of the floor. I suddenly felt my foot get caught by something, sending my whole body straight down. I ignored the pain and look to see a firm hand gripping my ankle.
“Enjoy your last meals boys!” Shouted the large Arab as he smacked the slave, unfortunate enough to be serving in the belly of the Colosseum that day. His massive hands shook the bars of the prisoner’s cage, intimidating many of the men held captive inside. “You’ll be dead and burning on the pyre as I feast and fuck this night.” The current prized gladiator climbed the bars and thrust his hand through, gripping one of the larger men about his throat, “Will you be the first to fall to my sword,” He laughed as he shoved the man away and pointed to the one who sat in the corner of the cell. His head was down, elbows pressed to his knees, and although there was a crust of bread still in his hand, he had not eaten it, nor had any of the other prisoners yet deemed it fit to take it from him. “No, it will be you. HEY! LOOK AT ME WHEN I’M TALKING TO YOU!!!”
she always used to wish for a way to escape her life. She saw memories
In a daze, I stumbled to the sink and ran my finger under the water. With my blurry vision it looked as if the sink was letting out blood instead of water. Finally I lost consciousness completely and the last thought I had been that I was in a
“I hope so.” His frost-covered brows moved as he spoke. “You need to let go so I can dismount.” In theory, she agreed, but he still had to pry her fingers loose from his coat.
I awake to lukewarm water dripping down my forehead from a damp towel. I feel a thick liquid against my back. I scan the area, Unfamiliar. I find myself lying in a cot in a filthy room. The sight room itself was depressing, not that it was in extremely bad conditions but it was all…brown, the kind of brown that makes you feel depressed. It reeked of fish and motor oil, one of the queerest combinations of scents I have encountered. My ears start to pick up the deep monotones of a man speaking in other room. In my drowsy state I couldn’t make out exactly what he said but I did manage to g...
Vin levered up the small wire cage he was carrying, wedged it under the sweat-rimmed pit of one arm. Smelling the B.O. wafting in through the cage's wire mesh, the creature housed inside gave a pained squeak and flopped belly-up, its pink tongue lolling out for melodramatic effect. Vin rolled his eyes and returned his gaze to the hallway ahead. These varmints were known to play dead. The first time one had pulled this on him, flopping over in its cage like a dead fish, he'd let his natural, maternal instincts roar right over his goddamned common sense and he'd actually opened the cage door.
The Cabin On the thirteenth of October, 1949, it was a cold and wet day plagued with a brisk wind that swept the ice cold wind aggressively across the grey sky. The Ward family had been staying at a Cabin that they had owned for five years and is located right outside of Rosewood Pennsylvania. Zayah Ward, who was the only child, was a little stubborn, but loved the great outdoors and participate in activities. As for Zayah’s parents, Jennah and David, they loved the outdoors just as much as their ambitious little daughter did, but more than the outdoors, they loved their daughter. They cherished every minute with her and would do anything to make her happy.
My first day started out normal. I even went to the library and scurried across campus on my way home. I finally got some sleep that night, actually it was probably the best sleep I’ve had in a fort night. On my second day going back to classes I saw him, but this time it seemed like he wasn’t looking at me. So I ran. Back to my dorm. I didn’t turn back until my door was latched tight and the door was locked. I sat there waiting for him. I sat for hour and hours. The day turned to night, but I was still waiting. At this time both hands were pointed straight up. Moments later a shadow appear underneath the little crack in the door. The creature seemed to just be standing there looking. I could feel his presence, and even though he might be outside the door his eyes were inside the room. He started to jiggle the door handle. At first it was a light jiggle, but soon turned mad. He started beating on the door. My chest started to beat frantically. As I looked around the room I couldn’t figure out what I was going to do after the monster got in. I looked out the window and quickly realized that I lived on the fourth floor and I would die or have severe injuries to my body. The pounding on the door didn’t stop, and I could see the door hinges start to tear from the wood. Then all of a sudden the door flew open, and I made the rational decision to leap from the window. I aimed for the bushes about a body length from the building, but only my upper half landed on it. I looked down and noticed my ankle all twisted, and sharp pain raced through my veins. I glanced up at the window to see the creatures face. He just stood there as like he was mocking me. I tried to crawl away as far as I could go on a bum ankle. I found a good bush to lay in for the