Okay sooo I thought i'd try my hand ar writting and see if it would improve as I went tell me what you think. Oh and I'd love a Beta reader to help guide my hand a little!
Prologe: Slavery at its finest.
I don't know how long I've been here or how I got here. All I know is that on moment I'm spending time with my family and friends laughing and joking around. Having the time of my life at my 18th birthday party. Seeing the smiles on all of my family and friends beautiful faces. Sitting on my dad's lap hearing him tell me that even if i was growing up and 'getting old' I was still his little girl. Dancing with my friend, then helping my mother clean up after the party, later on going up to my bedroom.
And then...And then I wake up in a dark dank holding space of some kind. The bars surrounding me are rusted and chipping. It is cold all I have to cover me is what feels like a thin sheet and a thin lumpy twin sized mattress to lie on. "Hello?" I said as tears start to pour down my cheeks uncontrollably. I feel as if there are shadows around me as I crawl on my hands and knees, my hands gripping the rusted bars. "Hello?" I call out again only louder this time.
"Someone please! Help me!" the tears streaming like waterfalls down my face now. My hands hurt as I grip the bars tighter, shacking them trying to find a weakness only to be meet with blood dripping down from my hands to my wrist and continuing down my arms. Sobs racked my body and I suddenly hear footsteps. Loud and gruff alien in comparison to the deafening silence I had become accustom to. Light flooded the small room blinding me momentarily. When my eyes adjusted I looked up meeting the eyes of an attractive man. Well attractive if he hadn't been my kidnapper. He had wavy blond hair the brightest blue eyes I had ever laid eyes on.
My eyes instinctively scanned over his muscled body. His navy v neck t-shirt stretched over his chiseled chest. I could see the short sleeves straining over his muscled arms. And lastly the low slung jeans hugging his narrow hips, feet clad in gray cow boy boots. He cleared his throat making my eyes shoot back up to his, a cocky smirk covering his face. "See somthin' you like darlin'?" His Texan drawl making -and not to mention me getting caught ogling him my- cheeks heat up. I stood to my feet my legs shaky and my knees threatening to buckle under me.
"Where am I?" I asked my voice not as strong as I wanted it to be. Wincing as I pulled my hands from the rusted bars pulling the chipped pieces of the old metal with them. "You, Isabella don't need to know that. But what you do need to know is that your safe and I am your new master. You will do as I say or receive punishment. Understand?" He finished cocking up an eyebrow. All traces of the cocky smirk that graced his face from before completely gone. He was serious and his voice harsh. As if glaring at me would make me understand what he was saying somehow. I was truly stunned my mouth agape. I'm sure I looked like a fish trying to breathe air out of water. Not fully comprehending the situation I was in I just nodded. And even though I was scared out of my wits and at the same time highly irritated at that moment in I knew that I was going to hate this man-whoever the hell he was-with a bloody passion.
