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Beauty on the Run

Novel By: thatlonelyone
Thrillers



There's more to Ava's life than what people can really see. Behind her beauty, is the personality of a pure angel. But when her looks become a "threat" to a dark angel, he wants her. He wants to keep her hidden from the rest of the world. He wants her to be cast away from all eyes...he wants her as his slave.

Fredrik Ljungberg can't get her himself. He ends up hiring two attractive orphan boys to help him, while offering them a place to stay, and a highly paid wage. Carter and Marshall agree, not knowing what they're getting into.

But among the midst of the attacks, Carter and Marshall start seeing the true beauty in Ava. They can't help but fall in love with her. But after seeing the little kindness in the boys, Ava finds herself falling for them. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Feb 15, 2013    Reads: 25    Comments: 2    Likes: 4   


I couldn't see. It was pitch black…. But I was comfortable. I felt like I was surrounded by clouds. I rolled over onto my stomach and I realized that I wasn't wearing my bra. I felt myself and noticed that I wasn't wearing ANYTHING! What the hell? I swear to God if he did anything.

But then I opened my eyes and realized it was just a dream. I looked around and noticed that I was still in the bathtub, and that the towel was still covering me.

I stood up slowly, letting the water slide down my body and drip back into the tub. I looked around, noticing the window was still open, and the door was still locked. I could still feel the stinging in my eyes from my tears, but I now knew what this man was like. He wasn't a human, and he wasn't sentimental. He was a monster.

I looked around for my dirty clothes, but they weren't in the bathroom anymore.

I looked around at the candles that were just dimming after all this time. The bath water was dirty and grimy, probably from the sewer that I was in hours earlier.

I continued to look around until I was disturbed by a knock on the door. I glanced around at the locked nob before I spoke; "who is it?"

"It's Carter. Open the damn door so I can give you your damn clothes."

The nerve of this guy. I don't know why he's so rude to me. I walked over cautiously and unlocked the door handle, and then slowly turned it before he burst through the door, nearly knocking me backwards. "A little patience would be nice," I snickered.

"Hey, I'm bringing you clean clothes right now. The least you can do is give ME a little bit of respect."

"Why would I respect someone who's trying to kidnap me and keep me locked up? Seriously, you're a moron if you're going to demand respect from me."

By this time, he was already in front of me, holding me up against the wall. I didn't look scared. I refused to give him the upper hand. I continued scowling at this beautiful looking boy.

"Ava, you might think you have us 'won over' but you really don't. I don't have the same patience as Fred does. I wouldn't mind giving you a giant back-hand across the face. The only problem with that is, Fred would have my ass. But then again, he doesn't always have to know."

His hand was in the air getting ready to strike, and I stared at it as it towered over me.

"Yes Carter, I do have to know. And if you haven't guessed by how long you've been here, I happen to know everything. If you even touch a single hair on her head ever again without my permission, you're going to be in a living hell."

We both look over to where Fred was leaning in the doorway. It was still amazing with how fast he happened to be. Carter released me to the wall as he backed away.

"I was only giving her the clothes that you washed."

"Shut up Carter. I saw and I heard what you said. Now if you don't mind, get out of this bathroom before I throw you out the window."

I watched as Carter backed away in fear. He slowly brushed past the large man standing in the doorway.

"Is everything alright Beautiful?"

I don't know what it is about this Fred guy, but I just wasn't able to speak to him. It was almost like I didn't want him to hear my voice. I nodded my head.

"Why won't you talk to me darling? Is everything okay?"

I was enraged, so I lashed out. "Look, I don't know who the hell you are, or what the hell you want with me. But you're stupider than I thought if you're going to ask me what the hell is wrong."

That made him angry. He shook his head back and forth before he let out a deep moaning chuckle. "Oh Ava, you are just so beautiful, yet so naïve. How can you stand there and be upset? I'm about to give you everything you've ever wanted! How could you be upset with that Dear?"

I was disgusted. "Look Fredrik, I'm not just some pet that you can boss around. I'm not going to be your little sex puppet okay! I don't want anything from you, and you will NEVER mean anything to me!" At this point I was yelling, and I didn't care what he would say or do to me.

But in the blink of an eye, he was holding me up against the wall like Carter had done. I could feel the heat radiating off of his body. What the hell is up with this guy? He's obviously not human! But he looks so much like one!

"Ava, I always get what I want. Now get dressed and come downstairs. I have dinner waiting, and if you make ME wait, then you're going to be in a world of trouble. Do you understand me?"

My scowl had faded as fear filled my eyes. He let go of me as he stormed out of the bathroom, once again slamming the door behind me.

Again I could feel the tears, stinging my already sore eyes. I looked down at the floor where my clothes were thrown. They had been cleaned for me, thank God. But even still, I needed to get out of here.

I threw on my panties, then the skirt, and then my bra and tank top. I threw my sweater on covering me and I locked the bathroom door. I slammed the lid down on the toilet seat and I sat on top of it, thinking of what the hell I could possible do to escape.

I could hear faint sounds of rumbling coming from outside. There must've been a storm coming. I looked out the window and it was nearly morning. I could see the clouds, and I could see the lightning in the distance. There was a light grey color setting the mood.

But then my eyes traced the frame of the window. I stood up and walked over to it as I inspected the frame closer. I slid the window up all the way; the cool breeze welcoming me into the morning.

The window was high. I wasn't sure how I was going to get through it. I looked around the bathroom again, seeing a waste basket next to the sink. I grabbed it and turned it upside down, placing one foot on top of it to test the weight. So far so good. I slowly picked my other foot up off the ground and set it next to the foot already on top of the overturned basket.

I peered outside again as I slowly put my head and shoulders through the window. I was quiet as I did this.

I could feel slight raindrops hitting my head as I squeezed the rest of my body through. I crawled a small ways out onto the slanted roof, and then slowly stood up. I looked around and finally moved up to the far top of the mansion. There wasn't any special kind of roof-top, which meant that I would be safe up here.

I stood as far up as I could, and I looked out into the vast countryside around me. I looked to the north, and then I looked to the south. Nothing but trees. Then I looked to the west, and I could see buildings. I quickly noticed that it was my town! The tallest building in my hometown had a large Banana mural on the side of it. And I know that I couldn't mistake that banana for anything else. I quickly walked to that side of the roof. I looked down to see if there was any way down.

But then I heard screaming coming from the bathroom. Shit, they know I've escaped. I need to get down from here NOW!





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