It's been a while since I've posted, so I'm coming back with Sarah's POV, which gave me writers block, hence, I haven't written her POV for a long time. I was stuck in two directions, both very explict, so I mushed the ideas together! This is the result, and, like I said, it is explicit, so if wewe aren't like Gabbie, Brooke and I (pervy), then don't read this!JK, but seriously. Anyway, I hope wewe like it!
End of part 15, Sarah's POV:"Follow me this way."He said, leading us down a dark hall. After what seemed like days, he lead me to a door. He pushed it open and gestured for me to walk in. I looked into the room, stopped dead, and screamed.
I looked into the room, and couldn't stop screaming looking at it. Blood stains cover the floor, along with a stench that made me gag. My eyes wandered around the room, and stopped abruptly at the corner of the room. There, covered in blood, was an over-sized bed. Through the whole inspection, I was screaming. The guy (I refuse to use his name) covered my mouth with his hand.
"Don't start with me, Sarah! Your already pushing me to the edge of your death, so I insist wewe shut your mouth!" He alisema in a harsh whisper.
I didn't want to know what the kitanda was used for, and why he brought me here. I was afraid, and clueless. I don't do afraid and clueless.
“Let go of me!” I muffled, trying to bite his hand.
“Ooohh, he never told me wewe were feisty!” he said, seeming amused and…turned on? Oh, shit…
Now I just wanted to get the hell out, because I knew I was going to be forced to know the purpose of the bed. Reluctantly, I stopped trying to bite him. I wanted him to let go, but I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of watching me struggle for his pleasure. I don’t know what sick thing was making him act like that, but I didn’t want it to go any further. Instead, I went up against the ukuta and went limp, falling to the floor. I was hoping to die, but I don’t think it was likely, because it seemed he had other plans for me.
“Sarah! Get up now! Wake the hell up!” He screamed in my face as I faked a fainting episode. I got a satisfaction out of making him mad, so I kept it up. Then, he slapped me across the face, causing me to flinch in shock and pain. I let out a shriek, and he nearly slapped my mouth as he put his hand on my mouth again. This time, I was pissed.
I bit him and kicked him and hit him with the handcuffs around my wrists. He seemed to be in pain, but he wasn’t stopping his attack. We were fighting until a tall, bulky man came crashing through the door, covering my head with a bag and picking me up, and from there, I didn’t know what was happening to me, and I had no idea if I was going to live to see another day.
Like I said, this one is very short, but just bare with me. Comment!
End of part 15, Sarah's POV:"Follow me this way."He said, leading us down a dark hall. After what seemed like days, he lead me to a door. He pushed it open and gestured for me to walk in. I looked into the room, stopped dead, and screamed.
I looked into the room, and couldn't stop screaming looking at it. Blood stains cover the floor, along with a stench that made me gag. My eyes wandered around the room, and stopped abruptly at the corner of the room. There, covered in blood, was an over-sized bed. Through the whole inspection, I was screaming. The guy (I refuse to use his name) covered my mouth with his hand.
"Don't start with me, Sarah! Your already pushing me to the edge of your death, so I insist wewe shut your mouth!" He alisema in a harsh whisper.
I didn't want to know what the kitanda was used for, and why he brought me here. I was afraid, and clueless. I don't do afraid and clueless.
“Let go of me!” I muffled, trying to bite his hand.
“Ooohh, he never told me wewe were feisty!” he said, seeming amused and…turned on? Oh, shit…
Now I just wanted to get the hell out, because I knew I was going to be forced to know the purpose of the bed. Reluctantly, I stopped trying to bite him. I wanted him to let go, but I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of watching me struggle for his pleasure. I don’t know what sick thing was making him act like that, but I didn’t want it to go any further. Instead, I went up against the ukuta and went limp, falling to the floor. I was hoping to die, but I don’t think it was likely, because it seemed he had other plans for me.
“Sarah! Get up now! Wake the hell up!” He screamed in my face as I faked a fainting episode. I got a satisfaction out of making him mad, so I kept it up. Then, he slapped me across the face, causing me to flinch in shock and pain. I let out a shriek, and he nearly slapped my mouth as he put his hand on my mouth again. This time, I was pissed.
I bit him and kicked him and hit him with the handcuffs around my wrists. He seemed to be in pain, but he wasn’t stopping his attack. We were fighting until a tall, bulky man came crashing through the door, covering my head with a bag and picking me up, and from there, I didn’t know what was happening to me, and I had no idea if I was going to live to see another day.
Like I said, this one is very short, but just bare with me. Comment!
Ok, so Brooki and I were at a bit of a disagreement with where Lustful was going: I wanted there to be a Stelena, but she didn't. So, I took it upon myself to write a story for Stelena (don't worry, Damon will not be forgotten!)!
I have a name for it already, and I will be posting it soon! The Terrible Triangle. What do wewe think? Too cheesy? Let me know what wewe think about it, cause I can;t wait to get started!
If wewe have better name suggestions for me, comment!
Here is a preview!:
I got out of the car and locked my door, nervious and embarassed for being late...for our anniversary. I raced up the steps and knocked on the door. No one answered, so I turned the knob; the door was open. I walked in to hear a loud crash coming from the kitchen. I ran to the jikoni to see Damon and Stefan arguing-again.
I have a name for it already, and I will be posting it soon! The Terrible Triangle. What do wewe think? Too cheesy? Let me know what wewe think about it, cause I can;t wait to get started!
If wewe have better name suggestions for me, comment!
Here is a preview!:
I got out of the car and locked my door, nervious and embarassed for being late...for our anniversary. I raced up the steps and knocked on the door. No one answered, so I turned the knob; the door was open. I walked in to hear a loud crash coming from the kitchen. I ran to the jikoni to see Damon and Stefan arguing-again.