Kristoff woke up to the sound of screaming. He flinched violently at the clatter just outside the basement door. It was a man screaming, that much he was sure.
"Go to hell asshole! "
'Huh? A girls voice?'
A shot gun rang out and then silence. Kristoff shook violently and pressed himself against the cold cement wall as the door creaked open. But instead of seeing the tall, masculine figure he had been expecting he saw a slim, slight muscled girl's figure.
She had dark, wavy, waste length brown hair, her bangs covered one of her almond shaped amber colored eyes.
Her breast were big and so were her hips, in a word she was the definition of sexy.
But Kristoff was still afraid, sexy or not she did have a rather intimidating AK47 in her hand.
'Isn't that heavy?' He thought to himself.
She walked towards him, the slow stride she used commanded respect.
"What's your name kid?" Even her voice was sexy, slightly harsh, but definitely sexy.
"Kr-kristoff..."
She raised an eyebrow.
"Stupid name, I'm calling you Kris. Names Elizabeth, buth you're just gonna call me Liza. Got it?"
"Your named not that much better..." Kris mumbled without thinking.
"Quiet or I'll bust a cap in your ass to."
That made Kris remember the previous screaming.
"W-wait you mean you....he's.... he's..."
"Dead would be the word you're looking for."
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Another Way Out
General FictionKristoff Pacer is 18 years old. At the age of 16 he had been kidnapped on the way to a friends house by an unknown man. When he finally has a chance to escape with the help of a not so nice girl will he succeed or end up back in his personal hell?
