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Chapter 9 I starved myself for 2 weeks more, I had about 10 bread rolls piled up, "I see your not eating, well if you want to play starve yourself then go ahead," he said through the bars, I ŵas...
Chapter 8 I was locked in the room for more then a month with only a bread roll every couple of days to eat, I slept mostly because I was too weak to do anything.
Chapter 7 He left me there for about 3 days without food, there was a grubby sink and a cup so I could at least have a drink, I didn't care if I didnt eat because if I was carrying his kid I would...
Chapter 4 ~A couple of days later~ I received texts from my mum saying where was I but I couldn't reply, he watched me day and night using a camera, he came in my cell once a day so far to give me...
Chapter 3 I struggled but the hands were to stronge, "struggle all you want pretty, your not gonna be going panywhere," a deep, dark voice whispered into my ear, the person themselves smelt of stale...
My eyes are burning again, my stomach turns as I hear your voice close to me. The anger inside boils over the edge of my limits. Control... Keep control.
The wind howls against the window. The fire starts to dwindle. The sky as black as coal. As black as his soul. He stands in the corner. Waiting like Jack Horner.
It's always dark in here. I used to be scared of the dark. I had a nightlight when I was small to keep the shadows away. Daddy would call it a nightlove, not a night light.
I don't know if I should go on with Gemini. I'm getting bored with it, and a new story is forming in my head. Maybe you guys could make up the ending and post it. This might be the last chapter.
The boot of the car was small and airless, forcing my body to twist painfully into itself to fit inside the tiny space.
As the howl carried on, we expected something to happen. We all looked around expecting something but nothing came and then we heard the patter of paws. Big Bad stepped out of the corridor, grinning.
Day one The day starts with this bell it sounds like an animal scratching a checkerboard over and over the bell Doesn't stop till everyone is up and And dressed in exactly two minutes When that's...
When I woke up, my head was muddled and very foggy. I felt dizzy and distant, and I was lying down. There was a voice talking to me, but I couldnt hear it properly.
Taken Stolen Bound Hidden Fear Disbelief Anger Grief Dark Cold Musty Old Drip Drop Blood Spot On Clammy Skin Locked In Matted Hair Dirty Clothes Barred Windows Concrete Floor No Door...
Im a gorilla. I live in the London zoo. My home country isn't London, It's a forest in Africa. I have a family. But their in Africa. I have a tribe. Their in Africa as well.
"Gemi. Gemi. Wake up... They're taking us somewhere. I'm-" I shoot up and knock into Charity who's leaning over me. She stumbles and immediately grumbles something about her nose. "Charity. Oh my...
"We got her!" Someone yells. I look at my injured arm and close my eyes. It looks really bad. "Good. Bring her back in." Another voice says. I should not have tryed to escape.
Shane ushered me out of the bedroom where the dead man lay. I shivered and Shane wrapped his arms around me. I looked up at him. "Shane, I can't do this anymore if you won't tell me why".
"No!" I scream. "No!" Summer is making Keleb and Tessa take Ellie away. "No!" I scream again. "It's too late." Summer drones. "The Pope's dead. Ellie's worthless." Tessa grabs Ellie's thrashing...
He reminded me of a shackled beast at first, the man that life dragged my way. His bloodied, raw wrists were incased in choking chains, every bit of him was beaten, bruised and bleeding.
Your hands behind your back, Tied tightly with a rope. Your sitting on a cold, stone floor, Wondering how you'll cope. You try to loosen the rope a bit, But your hands get covered in blood.
There was a figure, dressed in only white, in the near distance. On this silent land, her voice was sure to be heard by everyone.
You're trapped inside a mental tower Growing angrier by the hour Your shackles are tight and you cannot move But even so, you mustn't lose You scream and try desperately But even so, you can't break...
Part 3.....contains swear words I have in my grip this warm arm, the realisation that it's an arm suddenly hits me and I drop it with such force that it hits the side of the wooden bed.