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Chapter 5
I braced myself for yet another repeat of my nightmares, since there was nothing I could do to save myself from this situation. My hands were tired…literary. I closed my eyes waiting for the pain and the repeated thrusts, but I did not feel any of them. I frowned with my eyes still tightly shut, afraid to witness yet another rape with me as the victim. My eyelids were hurting from all the pressure I applied to the eye closing action. I was honestly convinced that, that pain was blocking out everything that my own uncle was doing to me.
At least I would not have to have this experience imprinted in my memory forever, since there is nothing to remember, only the pain in my eyes. My eyes flew open instinctively when I heard a loud bang. My ears were slightly ringing. I struggled to adjust my eyes to see clearly, but everything seemed so blurry.
All I could make out was my uncle flying across the room repeatedly. It was all so weird and scary; I wondered what was going on. Then a thought occurred to me, and I concluded that God had actually heard my prayers, and since there was no one close by, he decided to come and deal with that b*stard himself. No one would believe me, if I said God saved me himself, I would end up in a mental asylum. He knew all these facts. It did not matter that he was saving me secretly, but I am glad he showed up when he did. “Thank you God.” I whispered exhaustedly before blackness consumed me.
I woke up groaning from the slight pain on my cheek. I was so confused because I did not know where I was, or how I ended up in whatever situation this was. Although I had to admit that, this was the most comfortable bed I had ever woken up on, and it was certainly not my bed, or Lyn’s.
“Lyn’s,” I whispered. The thought of Lyn brought forth all the memories from last night, and I gasped. My uncle had kidnapped me, tried to rape me yet again, but God had come down to save me himself, because he just could not let that @$$ of an uncle take advantage of me again. I looked upwards, smiling fondly at God, wherever he was.
Years back, my Sunday school teacher had told us that God is everywhere watching over us. I had taken all that information for granted, but ironically, look who saved me! “I’m so sorry God for doubting your existence, and blaming you for all the bad things that happened to me.” I muttered to myself.
I heard a deep sexy chuckle from the door, and I quickly snapped my head in that direction, glaring at the disrespectful intruder. My glare was as short-lived as it arrived when my eyes landed on the godlike creator standing at the door, basking in all his masculine glory, oh yeah, and I thought I was a Sapphist in love with…the name skipped my mind. My breath caught in my throat, which seemed to dry up immediately. He noticed this, and moved at an overwhelming blurry pace, and he was by my side in less than a second. “What the hell?” I thought with wide eyes.
“You need to breathe,” I mentally scolded myself, “or else you’ll die from lack of oxygen.”
I was visibly shaking, I do not know if it was from all the emotions swirling around my head or from his closeness. This hunky stranger had managed to awaken that girl in me, that I had locked away, never to be released. She was scared because of how close he was, he smelt so fresh, like nature, a forest mixed with vanilla. Yum, I wanted to taste him, the vanilla dragged me closer to him, as I blushed. “Wait…blushed? What!!!?” I mentally screamed.
“Hi, I am Lance.” He said, smiling fondly at me, with what looked like affection, and was that love I noticed? I cannot really be sure.
“Lance Strong.” He finished.
I looked up at him, and our eyes met. Those were the most beautiful eyes I had ever laid…well, my eyes on. I could tell, just by looking at him, that he was in love with me. He did not even know my name. My head began to spin around in weird circles, and before I had a chance to calm it down, darkness engulfed me yet again.
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A/N:
Hi readers??? I hope this chapter has been fun. Please leave me votes, comments, and facebook likes, fans and all of that stuff. Thank you so much. I'm having trouble bringing in this shapeshifter because I don't know what I want him to shift into. I want a unique shifter...What do y'all think???
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The Sapphist and the Shapeshifter
FantasySolange Sonja a well known lesbian who has discreetly had her own share of girlfriends, had always been a calm and composed almost shy girl until her uncle abused her. She became so aggressive, violent and cold until Lance Strong the shape shifter c...