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Breathing Heavily

Novel By: sweet agony xo
Young adult

im writing a novel, so bear with me cause i dont have much time to write, but i'll post a new chapter when i have a chance.

its about a young girl, who is kidnapped, and sold on the black market to a filthy rich muslim prince. now she must live with him, make him happy, until or if she can escape.
life isnt easy, and most of the time, you breathe heavily... View table of contents...


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Submitted:Aug 27, 2012    Reads: 56    Comments: 3    Likes: 0   

Breathing heavily in the cold night air, mist fly's out of my mouth and rises up towards the white beaming moon, and I think about the previous night, I had been lying in my old bed, at the ski resort, believing I was safe. Still I guess I was sadly mistaken. He looks down at my shivering arms, Removes his suit jacket and wraps it around my shoulders, then rudely pushes me towards the front door. Gripping this stranger's pitch black suede suit jacket, we enter. There is a long narrow hall rug. It has red, gold and yellow patterns embroidered in it. The walls are a soft cream, with hanging black lights. Walking along a bit further the narrow hall widens into a massive sized spilt level, living room. Grabbing my waist this man leads me down the two steps and walks me towards a precise spot where you can see pretty much everything. My mouth widens, turning my head, to one side there is a big bright blue pool, and a small bubbling spa bath. Around the, are a plate of white big tiles like you'd see on television at an expensive spa and sauna place. To my other side it looks to be a games space. Its filled with a pool table, air hockey, dance machine, pin ball machine, car racing driving simulators, and even a couple of toy grabs. I'm over-whelmed by this place. It looked so small from the front, even in the dark.

This man walks over to me, and stands in front of me. He isn't that much taller than me, yet tall enough I have to lift my head upwards slightly to look at him. Grabbing my hand, he smiles and leads me down another long hallway, with many doors until we finally stop in front of one. It's a fairly old pine door with a gold doorknob that's rusted near the screws. Pushing the door open, I see a white single bed, a bookcase, and a rug rolled up in the corner. Guarding me to the bed he makes me sit down. Sitting down next to me, he squeezes my hand and looks me in the eyes. Confused and slowly he says to me, "I don't know much English, I know you speak it, but you will have to learn our language, Arabic. I want you to get some sleep now. I know it's been a big couple of days." He rises and walks towards the door, "oh also, don't try to get out. I'm locking this door, and you'll notice there are no windows in this room. Goodnight." Pulling the door closed tightly, until I hear a shamble of keys rattled until one finally goes on the key hole and swiftly turns than slides out. I listen to the his footsteps slowly get more distant and quiet as he walks of back down the long hall way. A shiver runs down my spine, I lower myself on to my side and pull a thin sheet over my body and head until I'm completely covered.my eyes draw to a close. I fall asleep drowning in my thoughts.


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