--The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls.
Chapter 1
"Either I kill you now, or you do anything I say and no one gets harmed."
I took in my lip between my teeth, worridly I looked up into the eyes of my kidnapper. And without my permission, I whispered "I'll do anything you say."
A grin was quickly painted onto his face, as he got closer and closer, I shut my eyes, not wanting to see what was going to happen.
I could feel his cold breath. As something loosened the grip on my wrists, I opened my eyes, only to see me being lifted up and carried over his shoulder.
What have I gotten myself into? I thought.
A/N
HEY GUYS ;D!!!!!! Yes Yes ^-^ I've Been Thinking On How I'm Going To Start This, For A While. And Now :D! Here It Is. This Is SUPER Short, But I'm Only Seeing How Many People Like It :)
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Chapter 2
Blanklessly, I stared at the dark cherry wood. I could feel him lightly caressing drawings on the back of my thigh with his finger.
What felt like hours was only minutes as he carried me along the sinister corridor.
"Stop!" Yelled a familliar girl's voice.
Doors to my left, more doors to my right. Which door would she be behind? This thought got me wondering until a sudden voice interupted me.
"Don't worry sweetie. I won't punish you.. as bad as she is getting it." He whispered.
I froze. W- Wh- Whoa, What! He changed my position into bridlestyle, making me wrap my hands around his kneck. I looked down at his midnight black shirt. Lightly, you could see the shaping of his abs.
I could feel his warm hand slipping are the hem of my black dress.
