Hello! I hope you guys are enjoying the story so far…! It's my first one so be nice… hahaha I'm having loads of fun writing this…Specially when I'm bored in class.… ;)

Okay, so here is chapter 4!

Chapter 4

Another dimension, with no way back, no clothes and with no cat.

Harlette shivered despite her will to control her emotions. Her heart thumped hard when the sharp tip of the arrow began to run, slowly, along her skin, tracing the contours of the exposed, round upper halves of her breasts which went up and down with her every breath. Was this stranger doing that on purpose to torment her? Feeling male presence all around her, and well aware of her very vulnerable state, embarrassed anger cornered her emotions and she slapped the arrow away from her blushing body. The stranger did not relent however and the arrow, now, pointed to her forehead. The men around gave low chuckles. And from him, she only caught the glimpse of a brief smirk which flashed in the darkness. Oh no…was she going to be rapped…

This shadow with that menacing arrow began to speak. His grave voice was soft and musical, and uttered words she could not understand, for they were of a foreign origin. Harlette frowned, clearly confused by this situation. The arrow's sharp tip travelled along the bridge of her nose, stopped beneath her chin and lifted it up. Her body yielded to the command, yet not her gaze.

The male voice spoke again, this time firmer.

'I don't understand a single word you're saying,' she let out at last. The figure fell silent, simply staring at her. His companions tightened the circle around the addled girl.

Brief sunlight managed to pierce through the dense shadows of the forest. Her eyes moved from side to side in their sockets, and her bamboozlement only grew when beholding these extremely handsome men. Their hair, either blond or brown, was long and braided. All of them carried long knives, a bow and a quiver of arrows. They were armored, and their silver helmets had beautiful designs of them; in fact, their armors crafted with moonstones were so beautiful they seemed to have been forged by magicians. Well, it seemed her fate was not so bad after all...

Harlette dared look up at her captor, but gasped in surprise when finding him crouching, inches away from her. Her heart almost stopped when she beheld the perfection which was his face. She failed to admire all of it, for half of it was concealed by the work of art which was the helmet, but those full lips made for pleasure and those crystalline eyes, wise, strong and wild at the same time, were those of an angel, no doubt.

Harlette blinked several times, and she blushed when realizing she had been ogling him a great deal for the past five minutes. Moreover, he had spoken, and this time, in the English she knew well.

'Who are you? What are you doing in these woods?'

Silence. The girl opened and closed her mouth and no sound came out.

'Answer my question, mortal,' spoke the angel before her, standing up on both feet. The romance writer copied his motion timorously. His armor, much like his surrounding companions, was beautiful and shone even in darkness, but a red cape was draped over his shoulders. Harlette surmised he was their leader; most probably a general… He was of a majestic and intimidating beauty, but there was something wild and passionate about him, however his cold gaze burning into her soul made her want to defy him no further.

'I'm Harlette…' she stuttered. 'I'm…I'm lost…I think…' her trembling and uncertain voice faded into silence. Abruptly, she frowned. 'Wait a minute! This is a joke right?' she suddenly screamed at his face and giggled. He gave one step back, partially surprised at her sudden reaction. 'What?' the general asked, his voice tinged with irritation.

'It's some MTV show, right? Like Flash Prank or Punk'd…even though I'm not that famous yet…!' she faltered and her eyes suddenly shone, as she considered the idea of being notorious. 'Well, maybe I am…' she let out slowly and turned to him. 'Maybe, you all read my books!' she exclaimed, a finger pointing at everybody around her.

The men looked at each other inquisitively.

'What books?' inquired the general in a clipped manner.

'Love in His Arms?' she named and looked at the men about who only shook their heads, their lips trying to repress curling smiles. The general remained very serious. Harlette realized Love in His Arms ringed no bell, and so went on with naming the others…'Love Me, Love You, True Love In The Afternoon and, Baby Love!... I bet you read every line!' she whirled back to the general, hands on her hips, almost ranting at his face, her visage turning red with anger. No answer. His eyes glided from her eyes to her nose, to her lips, to her neck and to her porcelain breasts, raised high by the bra, the upper halves well exposed. His gaze began to drift lower. 'Stop checking me out!' she snapped. He did not heed her comment and kept on studying her up and down as if watching a wild animal. Crimson cheeked and powerless, she lifted her hand and readied to slap his face but he grabbed her fist. Harlette emitted a scream from sudden pain; he did not crush her fingers, yet, from his touch, like magic, a sudden burning sensation shot through her arm, exploding in her brain; worse than the sting of a hundred wasps. She yelled and her legs gave way and she fell to her knees before him. He released her as soon as she had reached the ground, tears pooling in her eyes. She glared at him, her body throbbing from stinging ache. 'What was that?! What did you do?! How did you do this?!' she said breathless.

'I will take you to the king for questioning,' he merely told her. Harlette looked around and swore she saw some guards smile. Where they amused? Well, she was mortified. Where was she? Who were these maniacs? She was really beginning to believe she was in another dimension, with no way back, no clothes and with no cat.

She was unceremoniously brought up to her feet. She was blindfold and her hands were bound. They beckoned her to fall into step with them.

'Wait! if this is not a joke, can you please tell where I am?'

No answer graced her question.