Book one of the Chain saga
Paris walks quickly on the slippery-ice on her way to her flat. The frost had started to kiss her toes and fingers and she longed for the warmth of her house.
A man holding a book-bag in one hand and an umbrella in the other walks in her direction, coming from the street her flat was on. He walks dangerously fast and he slips, his books spreading out all over the ice-covered street.
Paris rushes over to him and asks, "Are you alright sir?"
"Yes, thank you. I'm fine can't say the same about my books though."
"No, i suppose not." Paris agrees and starts to gather up his books, the man makes no attempt to assist her in any way other than watching her intently. "Here you go." Paris says holding the mans books to him.
"Thank you, well i better get going. Have a nice day."
"Wait one more thing." The man said making Paris turn around and walk back the two steps she'd taken.
Before Paris could say another word the man had injected her with a sleeping serum. Making her slip into darkness in a matter of seconds. "Now, we go home my princess." He whispered into her ear.
WARNING CONTAINS PHYSICAL VIOLENCE, RAPE, KIDNAPPING AND VIOLENCE!!
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Chained
HorrorBook one of the Chain saga Paris walks quickly on the slippery-ice on her way to her flat. The frost had started to kiss her toes and fingers and she longed for the warmth of her house. A man holding a book-bag in one hand and an umbrella in the oth...