Prologue
Things were not going as I had planned. For one, I had never pictured myself sitting in a small, cramped cage. Another, I had imagined a quick, painless death, which I should have known to be impossible for these people. My clothes were turning into tattered rags and my muscles and already little fat were wearing thin. My hair- I will not even start on that pitiful mess. The worse thing about all of this was that I had knowingly done it to myself. I knew it had been a trap; that the men would be waiting around the corner, ready to catch me as if I were an animal of great worth.
Perhaps I am, though. Perhaps I should feel special- feel important- I know he would agree.
No, I cannot act as if I could relish in the attention and no longer could I pretend that I had not seen this coming. I was behind the bars while he looked in. I should have known that this would have never worked out. Why had I said yes that fateful day? Had it been his entrancing eyes? Or perhaps his charming smile? Whatever the reason, I was pulled to him, like a magnet. Was it true love or was I just being silly? Flashbacks of those first moments were coming back to me, already hitting my vulnerable mind like daggers to the heart.
On reflection, I realize that I was stupid, I was rash, and I was naïve. There had been many signs, even warnings, of danger, yet I had taken no heed to them. Now all of our lives were at stake and I have only myself to blame for it.
Memories. That was all I had right now to hold on to.
I had heard that when you come close to death, your life flashes before your eyes. Perhaps that was what was happening to me. Death. For some strange reason, however, I am calm. I am accepting death.
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FantasyAnya Thimes is just nineteen years old, but her life has been far from normal. For the past eight years, she has been hiding from the man who killed her parents. Now he's back and with a fate worse than death for Anya. However, with the arrival of...
