OK I haven't gotten any requests yet, but I have decided that I will post a normal fanfic and see what happens. If I haven't gotten any requests after the next post I will have to stop posting on this book until the time I receive at least 3 requests. So the story after this will be my last original.
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"Romeo help!" I screamed.
"Anna where are you?" He called back.
I'm in the cellar! Help he's got a-" Peirce covered my mouth with a rag that was damp. It smelled like chloroform. I started laughing. It takes at least 5 minuets of constant inhalation to take affect.
"You laughing at me? Stupid bitch!" Peirce slapped me and shoved the rag in my mouth.
Romeo ran down the stairs and got hit in the face by one of the trap's he set up. "ROMEO!"
"Anna." He moaned in pain.
"She's mine." Peirce screamed in Romeo's face.
"No I'm not I've never been yours." I yelled at Peirce.
"Yes you are. We were promised to each other from the time we were born." He said looking me in the eye.
"Our parents put us in an arranged marriage. This isn't the way things work anymore." I replied as tears started flowing from my eyes.
He picked up a cattle prod. It was hot and had his family crest on it. "You will be mine." He screamed as he ripped my shirt off and held the prod to my breast.
I screamed in pain and almost blacked out from the waves of intense agony coming from where he branded me. He started laughing at me and I saw red. When my vision cleared I saw Romeo standing over Peirce with a knife in his hand. I saw him bring the blade down and cut through Peirce's windpipe. He gurgled for a minuet then went still.
"Anna are you OK?" He asked freeing me from my shackles.
"Call the police." I responded before I passed out.
~Romeo's POV ~
Anna passed out as I was pulling out my phone. I called 911 and then freed her from the shackles holding her to the wall. The police arrived and an ambulance showed up to take us to the hospital. I told them what happened and after Anna woke up she told the story from her point of view. We went home and lived out the rest of our lives together.
