Hi, this is my first story, i hope you guys enjoy it. I was just fooling around and i wanted to see what people though. Thanks :D
I woke and felt the throbbing pain in my head, the sweat beading on my forehead and drip down my face so that it was hanging, tickling on my chin. The tight fibers of the wire bit into my skin as I clenched my teeth in a familiar way I was so used to doing. My hair hang in a lose ballerina bun as little hairs struggled out of place making me thing of the beautiful music that I longed to hear.
I could hear his steps in the distance, the slight "thump of his newly injured leg that sent chills down my back. The damp iciness of the stone floor was the only thing keeping me from sleeping. However, it was numbing my body were it ached and I wished I could slip into a scalding tub to heal my body.
Then I heard the sound of his feet moving and could smell intoxicating smell of his cologne from here, I slumped my body, causing my hair come lose of the bun and drape in front of my face creating a shield. I could feel him breathing down the back of my neck it took every ounce of will power not to cringe when he brushed my hair behind my ears. I wanted to scream and shout out the nastiest words my father used to use. This is what he was going to turn me into.
I knew what would happen if I fought back now, I would lose energy and I would lose the battle. I weighing the odds that he had against me. He was taller, he looked about 6'2 and weigh about, maybe 183 pounds. However most of the weight was muscle, if I saw him on the street I wouldn't suspect he was a bad guy. His hair was a bright honey colour that went a little bit over the ears. It had a natural wavy look that made him look as though he had just been out for a run. The light flickered letting me for a second to see his eyes, his eyes that were the color of sapphire, odd. His clothes were much like other men, plaid flannel shirt ,jeans and sneakers with navy blue shoes with lace's that were a bit too long. The only thing that was off was his eyes.
This is the man I was going to hate. My mother always told me that people don't really hate anything, they dislike it and hate is too strong of a word.
Jacinta, my mother had been brought up in a world that didn't exist, where the prince always saved the princess and slayed the dragon. I found it ironic that her name means lovely in Greek. Her life had been perfect for her, she had found the "perfect man", had two children and lived in a house were only love was allowed to enter. Jacinta could always find good in people when I could only find bad. I saw what other's failed to see, it's like my mind would seek out each flaw everyone has. Epically in my father.
Snaped out of my thoughts I felt a hand close around my wrist and mid thigh. I had been so lost in thought I didn't feel him remove the wires that had bound my hands. All I had to do was wait till he took the thick ropes off my feet and if I throw all of my weight and catch him off guard.
The light flickered in my eyes. Then women beside him, was short with strawberry blonde hair that was cropped short and went in to perfect little ringlets. She had a slim figure and could only be 5"4 at tallest.
The man's fingers were rough and a rock got caught in the wound on my writs and I cringed, and decided to try and run. No second later the women whipped out a stick and struck me on the head. The last thing I saw her unusual colored eyes, then everything went dark.
My name is Athena, and this is how my story begins.
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