Waking up I felt extremely groggy.
Why did I feel so exhausted? Had I captured a cold? No, that wasn't it…
What was it? I tried to fit together puzzle pieces in my mind. It was difficult to say the least. I felt like I had been in a coma for a decade.
Then it hit me.
Shake Away, the storm, the hot chocolate and… Luke!
How could I have been so stupid to believe a guy like that would fancy someone like me? After all I wasn’t known as the prettiest girl at school and I can’t say I have never been bullied. Though bullied would be an understatement, of what I have had to go through in my life. I have always lacked confidence and when Luke asked me out; it seemed as if the past had flooded away from me and that I was a new and improved me. But now I know it was all just a plan to kidnap me and do what other horrible things I could think of.
Panicking I sat up right and the room swirled around me. No. Not a room. Where the hell was I?
All I could see was utter blackness and a few cracks of light that filtered through the gaps; gaps of what?
Then I felt it, the small jolts of movement; I was in a cage, a cage made of wood. I touched it. It seemed to be strong wood; seemingly being pulled by horses. I could hear the trotting of their large feet. Where was I going?
Trying carefully to crawl over to the cracks my muscles seized up and left me as a trampled mess on the dirty, wooden floor.
Running my hands down my body, I could tell I was no longer in my black Hollister skinny jeans and Paramore Tee or my black converses. I felt the material, trying to guess what sort of outfit I was in and why.
It now felt like I was in a dress of some sort, a very tight and skimpy dress. I picked at the thin material that clung to my skin and I could tell instantly that it was silk. My hands travelled further down my thighs. Was I wearing stocking? I could feel the gravelling lining of the floor, and noticed that my feet were bare; to reduce the risk of escape I guess.
Escape? I needed a plan, and I needed one fast! I had no idea how much longer I had until I arrived at my destination. My mind wondered to where I was going. Was this some sort of cruel joke? Maybe Luke would pop out at any moment and shout something like, "ha-ha! You should have seen your face!" Maybe Luke was really part of a circus, and he had kidnapped me, forcing me to join the club of freaks, travelling the world and putting on a show. These were things that I would have gladly welcomed, but I had a thought in the back of my mind. It went a little something like this: "You are going to die today."
Ignoring the looming thought, and the pain that coated my whole body, I pushed myself back on to all fours and slowly began to creep towards the only light that I could see. How ironic, how people have always told you not to go towards the light and here I am now, my only way out is to go towards it.
A sharp jolt made me tumble forward into a corner of this 'cage'. Stars danced across my vision and a hot liquid began to flow from the base of my temple. A sudden stop frightened me to death. I could hear the gravel crunch under the footsteps of what I assumed to be a large man, scrambling around the cage I now occupied. I began searching for a weapon of any kind; to save my life.
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His Personal Slave Part 1: FireTeen Fiction
Sasha was a normal teenage girl ... until the day she was kidnapped from her home town. Sasha's life all hanged on her decisions ... decisions that could mean slow and painful death or to become a sex slave for the rest of her life ... a sex slave...