Okay, this is a series I have been writing for quite a while. The main character, Angela, has been kidnapped, by James, a kinda evil dom. There is a nasty twist, quite far along.
Warning: This story will get very sexual. There will be language, torture and a stong use of BDSM. Now the boring part is over, here's the prolouge =) I don't think it really worked that well, so if you don't enjoy this, please wait for the next part, which is better.
Oh, and comments are great please =)
He stood, behind the tree that dominated the entire front garden. As she sauntered towards the front door, he grinned, a terrifying, evil grin. At least he thought it was. To others, it was slightly quirky. And some people did think he was slightly quirky, at least the ones walking along the quiet road that she lived on did. All they could see was a young, handsome man, standing behind a tree, with something behind his back. A lot of them assumed that he was about to jump out on the slender girl, who was now opening the front door, and surprise her, maybe with a gift of flowers, or chocolates, after all, what else would he be doing? Kidnapping her? Of course not, that only happened on films, or on the news. Never to anyone on this street.
His grin lessened as she opened the door; it transformed, he was now concentrating hard. He had to get the timing right; he didn't want to alert her but he had to get the door open before she got inside. He waited, waited, for a few seconds, and then sprang, running from behind the tree, up the step, and, taking something from his back pocket, shoving her to the ground. She fell to the ground, on her front, already trying to roll over and get away, as were her instincts. He took the small wad of cloth that he had got from his pocket and held it over her mouth and nose until she fell limp on the carpeted floor.
When he was sure that she was unconscious, he bent down, picking her up, and took her through to the hallway, then out the back door where his car was waiting. He opened the boot and carelessly shoved her in. Now, how was he to restrain her?
Warning: This story will get very sexual. There will be language, torture and a stong use of BDSM. Now the boring part is over, here's the prolouge =) I don't think it really worked that well, so if you don't enjoy this, please wait for the next part, which is better.
Oh, and comments are great please =)
He stood, behind the tree that dominated the entire front garden. As she sauntered towards the front door, he grinned, a terrifying, evil grin. At least he thought it was. To others, it was slightly quirky. And some people did think he was slightly quirky, at least the ones walking along the quiet road that she lived on did. All they could see was a young, handsome man, standing behind a tree, with something behind his back. A lot of them assumed that he was about to jump out on the slender girl, who was now opening the front door, and surprise her, maybe with a gift of flowers, or chocolates, after all, what else would he be doing? Kidnapping her? Of course not, that only happened on films, or on the news. Never to anyone on this street.
His grin lessened as she opened the door; it transformed, he was now concentrating hard. He had to get the timing right; he didn't want to alert her but he had to get the door open before she got inside. He waited, waited, for a few seconds, and then sprang, running from behind the tree, up the step, and, taking something from his back pocket, shoving her to the ground. She fell to the ground, on her front, already trying to roll over and get away, as were her instincts. He took the small wad of cloth that he had got from his pocket and held it over her mouth and nose until she fell limp on the carpeted floor.
When he was sure that she was unconscious, he bent down, picking her up, and took her through to the hallway, then out the back door where his car was waiting. He opened the boot and carelessly shoved her in. Now, how was he to restrain her?
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