My body is paralyzed. I'm blind. I begin to cry out when I feel the restraints. I have a bag over my head. Chuckling fills the room. "Well. Well." The voice says. "We meet again." My vision suddenly returns as the bag is taken from away my head. I'm strapped to a cold, metal table.The rope digs into my skin on my wrists and ankles. An assortment of torture devices are spread on the table from shortest blade to longest. Daggers, scissors, knives. My eyes widen then shrink. My breathing becomes shallow then regular. Show no fear Isabelle. I tell myself. Remain emotionless.
Laughing again. I'm officially sick of the laughs of these evil men. "Ready to be skinned alive, Isabelle Graves?" He steps next to the table and I smell his breath. He smells of garlic. I gag a little. His sick sinister laughter fills the white tile room. "Hope you have as much fun as I do!" Then he plucks up an extremely sharp looking serated blade. It had a smooth, red mahogony handle. And a piercing silver knife. He bends close.
"ANSWER ME!" He bellows. I chuckle. He smooths back his hair and straightens himself. "Fine." HE smiles. "I wanted to do it like this anyway." He Grunts as he plunges the blade into my arm. The pain is immeasurable. I almost black out but stay in reality because I'M afraid of what he would do if I was asleep. It pierces bane, skin, muscle. My face contorts in pain. My nerves spasm out. I feel myself falling under. "Scream no Isabelle." HE steps back into the shadows. "Cause when we find you, you won't have time to even blink." So, my vocal chords responded.
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On the Run
Teen FictionIsabelle Graves has been raised to fight... not flee. Her parents were fugitives and now she follows in their footsteps. She is running from the Suits; Evil men who killed her parents are after her. Along the way, she has to fight for her life.
