POV Unknown
Date: The nearby future
She had been laying in a puddle of blood, whose, she did not know. Her body shook as her arms cramped around her body. She heaved as she mustered the strength to get back up again. Ignoring voices and whispers in the background. "Mother-..." she started, "Fuckers..." she continued breathlessly. "I will kill you...-" another gasp for air. "Touch me again..." she winced as she doubled over and screamed a curse to the ground. It had been a feeble threat for the position she was in.
Now you could be thinking, what the ever-loving fuck is a rich-ass white girl doing in a puddle of blood, screaming at the floor? The answer was, well, horrifyingly simple; she had no goddamn clue. One moment our beloved protagonist was living La Vida Loca and next thing you know, she walked into a fucking slasher movie. "Get up," a man's voice boomed through the room. "The boss wants you fresh in the arena tonight," the douchebag you just heard, was one of the main reasons our hero was in this shit position. With another curse and a grunt, she got up. Leaning against a sink for support. "Sorry. Wait, wait, wait..." she shushed them, out of breath. "That's weird," she looked at them with an insidious expression. The men shared a quick confused glance. "I could have sworn I heard a lama taking a shit!" she now yelled throughout the room, wincing at the impact. For it, she received another blow to the face. The men laughed. "Suit up Diabla, you will need your strength tonight," they responded and with that walked away. She scoffed and turned towards the mirror, leaning on the sink and looking at her reflection. Suddenly no longer out of breath, no longer wincing or seeming to be in pain. An act. She cocked her head slightly as she seemed to be studying herself. Her body bruised, eyes lifeless and spirit split. My oh my, how she has changed.
POV Alexis
Date: October
"Lex! I mean it, hurry up! We're gonna be late!" an agitated voice belonging to a girl, called out from downstairs. Well yes, I'm aware, but my bed and I were having a lovely conversation. It was named SLEEP. "I'm coming!" I screamed back at the voice. Books, phone, earbuds, laptop. I threw all the loose items in a backpack and ran downstairs. Unfortunately tripping over the ropes of my backpack send me tumbling down to the ground. "No Alexia, do not get blood on my carpet!" Another voice, this one older. My mother, working in the kitchen had now hurried to the end of the stairs. I sprang up. "Uh yeah, and, I am fine by the way!" I scoffed with a smile. She laughed as she looked me over. My mom had the most gorgeous laugh you could ever imagine. The kind that could kill a man and light up a room. We looked a lot like each other, or so people said. Our green eyes were very much the same. Only my mother had a dark hair colour, courtesy of her Spanish roots. Whereas mine was more blonde, resembling my father's. 'Beautiful golden locks,' my parents used to say. 'Shame there's no gold in that head of yours,' my father would always respond. Whereafter I would try to tackle him to the ground, in which I used to fail miserably. "Oh I know, you're not that breakable," she responded with a wink, pulling me out of my wandering thoughts. "Now hurry. Luna has been waiting for ten minutes!" she exclaimed as she nudged us towards the door. I looked at Luna and she gave me a look that said, 'Are you fina-fucking-ly ready to leave?' and I nodded. Bob, our housekeeper opened the door for us. It had always been funny because Bob is a really huge, mid-thirties, muscled AF kind of guy. And his name is Bob. Like, Bob is the least intimidating name ever. The only thing I knew about him was that he was born in Sierra Leone. "Have a good day, Miss Alexia," I cringed, "Bob, no. Do not call me Miss. Or Alexia. Just, no," he grinned as I looked at Luna. "As you wish Miss Alexia." I rolled my eyes and waved him goodbye. Bob had been with the family since I could remember. He was a good friend but I never knew how my parents had ever met him. They never talked about it and always dodged my questions. "Hey! Don't you be dreaming on the way to school! I swear if we get hit by a car again because of you, I will kill you!" Luna sarcastically said while hopping on her bike. I grinned again and shook my head. "Let's not do that."
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When Kidnappers Kidnap The Wrong Girl (English)
Action"Oh honey," he said, locking the door. "If you think this is going to have a happy ending, you haven't been paying attention." Alexis King is a 17- year-old teenager with a strong character. You could say that she has it all, a lovely family, great...
