This is My first LOTR story it has been ages since I have wrote anythign so I will be taking my time on this one. Hopefully it comes out well.
Prologue:
Once again he had hurt her,
Her hair clung against her salty tears like shadow the light,
Her face bruised and battered,
Once again she see's her fears he never loved her it was all a lie,
A slave, used and abused is what she is,
Will no one head her cries?
Will no one save her?
There is No prince on a white horse for her,
She knew that long ago..
As she takes the blade from the top cupboard,
She knows the end is near,
She hears her *Master* yelling,
As she wipes away her tears,
She takes out the razor from the top cupboard shelf,
She knows the end is near
she passes the cold metal,
Through her cold flesh,
Warm blood swims out,
Painting a picture of her past into the carpet,
She cuts it deeper as she see's the dark blood,
She wishes for the end for her pain to stop, …
But that's not what she got…..
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I need a Beta Reader ,Lol