"Mate! Mine" he rasped, his eyes trained at me. As I looked at Lincoln, I could see the shock etched across his face. It was as if he had seen a ghost. He stepped back, his eyes wide with fear and his mouth agape. I couldn't understand what was happening. I had never seen him like this before. My
Lincoln soon burst out laughing awkwardly. I was worried about why he was laughing. Was it because he was nervous? Was he mocking me? "Did you really think I would mate with you, Emily?" he said, still laughing. "You're not even worth it." And then he grabbed my neck and began to choke me. I tried
"Answer me!" she yelled. "What are you doing here?" "I-I was just going to the market," I stuttered. "I wanted to buy something." "Something?" she sneered. "What could you possibly want to buy that's so important?" "I-It's just a dress," I said quietly, knowing that I had been caught. "A dress?"
I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I carefully snuck out of the house, making sure not to make a sound. The window had to be undone from the outside, and I knew that it was my only chance to escape from this prison. I closed the window carefully behind me, making sure it looked like it wa
I jerked up from my bed, gasping for breath. I curse when my eyes met the darkness. I wondered how long I had been sleeping. Harper had commanded that I return to my room after doing the dishes and I decided to rest my head, not knowing I would be sleeping this long. "Fuck!" I groaned, trying to se
I walked around the house, checking every room, every closet, every nook and cranny. It was all empty, silent, and still. The only thing that was there was the fear that gripped me, the fear that this was all some kind of trick, that they were going to come back any minute now and catch me. But the
I take a deep breath, my heart racing with fear as I crouch down behind a nearby tree, looking around nervously to make sure no one is watching me. The darkness envelops me, and I can barely see anything beyond the faint beam of my torch. I try to control my breathing, taking deep and slow breaths,
I spent the night in my motel room, with my heart racing and my senses on high alert. I was so afraid that someone would come knocking at my door, that I barely slept at all. Every little noise made me jump, and every shadow made my heart race. As the morning came, I found myself staring out of the