Natasha
"You grabbed the wrong girl, you idiot!" The man roared to the person holding Natasha captive. She cringed at his loud voice, wishing she could cover her ears, but her hands were tied behind her. She was standing in front of a man who seemed like a sort of king. He was sitting on a throne of sorts, elevated at the front of the large marble room, but he was wearing blue jeans and a grey t-shirt; not exactly kingly garments. She was facing him, with another man behnd her holding her elbows. She was gagged so she couldn't exactly demand to know what was happening. "You were supposed to get Lauryn Jacobson." The King bellowed. Natasha wanted to know how that creep knew Lauryn's name. "I-I'm sorry, sir," The man holding Natasha stammered. "We-we would've gotten her, but Meznampi intervened and..." "I don't want excuses!" He rested his head in his hand, sighed, and waved his other hand at her. "Put her in the dungeon. I'll get Lauryn another way." Natasha's captor turned her around roughly and led her out. He pushed her down flights of crude stone steps. It was getting darker and colder as they descended. Iron doors lined the corridors. He opened one of them and shoved her in, slamming the door shut, making a spooky echo resound down the halls. The key clicked in the lock and footsteps clomped back up those thousands of stairs. Natasha managed to loosen the tight ropes that bound her hands behind her back, and then slip them off entirely. She pushed the gag down, sank down against the rough, stone wall and let the darkness evelope her.
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HannahMy name is Hannah and I live in Colorado Springs, Colorado. I live with my mom, my dad, my three younger sisters, my little brother, two very annoying, but very cute, dogs, and my grandma and grandpa. I love to write and have been writing since I was 7 (I think) when I wrote a devotional about the Herrera family. I have finished five books. I love to read. I love Jesus and try to please Him when I'm writing my books. Please enjoy! |