-_______ es una chica de 19 años, alta, mexicana, floja, castaña, morena, con una voz fuerte y escandalosa, como si siempre estuviera enojada, de personalidad
Su lenguaje es el adecuado como para vivir en México, más todo cambia cuando la mandan al otro lado, más allá del muro de Trump.
-Pero Jefa, yo no me quiero ir a valer verga allá- Dijo _____ sentada frente a la tele, viendo las finales de fut ball, su madre, chaparra y rellena, le miraba con esos ojos cubiertos de ojeras tomadas por los años.
-A ver hija de tu chingadamadre, tú te vas a ir al otro lado a estudiar y punto-
-Pero Jefa~-
-Nada de peros, te vas y ya-
Así, su viaje empieza, de camino a Gringolandia donde cosas inesperadas le aguardan...
Los únicos personajes que son míos, son la principal y su madre, los demás, le pertenecen a otras personas oqo~
⚠️ Kidnapped Romance:
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCb0EOwy75EU8UQVbvkI-H8A
Running through the woods, she suddenly fell to the ground, because of the outer root of an old tree...
Ignoring the sharp pain in her foot, she again started to run.
A lower bark of some tree hooked on her rustling veil and It tore with sound.
Ah!
Branch made a peel on her skin too.
Running, running. She just ran. The cold air was shocking her throat and lungs as she inhaled deeper, faster. After crossing many trees, she looked over her shoulder. No one behind but some howling thuds.
He must be wearing heavy boots. Compared to him she was bare feet.
Suddenly a dried tiny branch cracked beneath her foot. She winced as her sole got pierced, but continued her running that was now transformed into limping.
Her heart was beating in her ears. She kept her unsteady pace with her lower lip clamped between the third.
She then bumped into maybe a tree trunk and fell with a thump. "Ouch!" With the lowest groan she got up....but...
She saw the tall, broad figure in the place of which she assumed the tree. She started backing away but a harsh tug on her scalp stopped her. "Where?" He was having a fistful of her hair with a bitter scowl on his face. "Leave me!" She screamed as he started walking with the same demeanor.
"Let go of me!" She yelled while punching in his stomach.
He left her hair at once. "Bitch! Keep quiet straight away." With this, he flung and carried her on his shoulder. In the moonlight, he was looking as fierce as a giant werewolf.
"Get me down!" She punched his neck and tried to dig nails into his tough yet thick skin. He stopped and hauled her down.
She was laying shocked on dry foliage. Then he knelt beside them and got on top of her.
"No!" She went pale.
***
An innocent Beauty...
And a famished Beast.
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