Pain shot through my body as I jerked my eyes open instantly. My hands were chained above my head with skulls hanging off them. It felt like all the blood had drained out of my arms and made them lifeless. My body shook as cold air blasted directly at me. I looked around alert expecting to see the boy. He wasn't in sight though. The cellar was dark and cold. The walls were made of concrete and so was the floor. Yet the floor was so red that you could mistake it for carpet.
Blood stains scattered the walls and floor. Dead bodies lay around me either chained or torn to pieces. Some were just skeletons others were fresh and decaying quickly. They were all girls. Looking at their pale faces and blue lips. Their old torn clothes covered in blood. Knives in their bodies or bite marks covering them. They had cold frightened expressions. All of them were around 18 years old. My age.
Their bodies were stiff and lifeless all color and blood drained. The blood that had once made their bodies so colored and full of life now stained the floors and walls. A small narrow staircase led up to another place. The staircase was polished and clean, not a drop of blood to be seen. I wanted to cry out for help, but I didn't think anyone but my kidnapper would hear me. There were no windows and no other doors to be seen.
I looked down at my clothes. They were torn and covered in blood. My hair hung past my shoulders. It was no longer the golden brown that it had been this morning. It was now knotted and tangled with mud, leaves, and sticks. My pink zebra shirt was now a red and black zebra shirt. My short shorts torn up and stained with blotches of my blood.
Footsteps drew me away from my thoughts. I jerked my head over to the stairs seeing a boy walk down. He looked innocent, but I knew that he wasn't. He had brought me here. What did he want with me? I had nothing to give him. My family was poor and starving. I had no expensive clothes or items. So why had he brought me here? None of this made sense anymore. I didn't want to know, but at the same time I did. I didn't even want to be here. I was supposed to go back home and be with my family. I hadn't even gotten to say goodbye to my parents yet.
Were they worried about me? What were they doing? Had they forgotten about their only child and daughter? Were they looking for me?
YOU ARE READING
Forced Love
RomanceWhat would happen if you were forced into love? Adrienne Rose was in that situation now. She didn't want to be here. What was he going to do to her. I guess you'll have to read to find out. The second book is: New Wolf.
