Come Back To Me

Come Back To Me

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Begging them to let me leave for two years never worked. They'd beat me. Now was my chance to go. I stared down at my bare feet. They hadn't touched earth since I was free. I wonder if the grass would feel as cool as it did the night they stole me. Maybe as soft. I heard their voices calling out for me. Is he coming with? My heart thumped out of my chest and I felt violently ill. I could've thrown up then and there. He hadn't shown yet. I don't think he's coming and I'm losing my chance. My feet moved before I could even realize. Running as fast as I could, my long deep brown hair slapping my face, the sticks and rocks began to cut into my feet. I couldn't wait for him anymore. I heard them shouting for me. I didn't care. I kept running, tears trickling down my face and drying in the wind beating against my cold cheeks. I made it to the woods and pumped my legs harder. The muscles ached and straining to keep going. I couldn't give up. My chest tightened with every breath, burning up my lungs inside. I never allowed myself to slow. Afar the silent sound of the woods rang in my ears. The leaves and mud stuck to my feet. My face hit into the ground, my weight falling on my wrist. I screamed out abruptly before clasping my hand over my mouth. My ragged nasal breath blew onto my hand. Tears stung at my eyes. I crawled slowly with one hand over to the closest tree before curling into a ball. My dress, browning from the ground, dragged behind me. I covered my mouth, again, crying silently and feeling the warmth of my tears trickle down my face. My wrist throbbed and ached, slowly turning red. I wanted to curse myself. I need to make it to the meeting spot. I tried to stand back up before a chill went down my spine. A voice. "I know you're here. Come back to me."
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Before I begin, I just want to say that this story does include some mature themes. I will also give out a warning a chapter prior to these scenes. Getting that out of the way, let's go onto the story description... *This book contains explicit content* *EXTRACT FROM THE BOOK* I stared at him, cooking and whistling, something that I could not do, or should I say, wasn't bothered to do. I decided to move away and to try and find an exit but I didn't even take one step back when I heard his voice. "Princess? Is that you?" I saw him raise his head before shooting his eyes onto me. The sudden gaze caused to heart to race while it froze my body as if I have turned into ice. I felt the fear engulf my body, eating me inside out. "You aren't scared of me... Are you?" he asked me, I sensed the envy in his voice. That mixed with his harsh tone caused a wave of goosebumps to course through my body. I wanted to begin by asking him where was I? Why was I here? Why was he here... I wanted to ask him, but I couldn't, the fear was just all too much for me. "Come on... Speak to me... Ask me..." he began. "Ask me 'why am I here' and all of that crap... Entertain me with your fear." I saw him slowly gripping a knife that was on the countertop, with his eyes still on mine. The sides of his mouth slowly began tilting upwards. All the bitterness and the cold, it was all so visible in his eyes. I looked at him in horror, noticing him as he took his first steps towards me. "Talk to me... Because this might be the only time you will ever be able to talk, " he said this sentence in such a calm tone, it caused me once again to shiver with goosebumps. "W-what do you mean...". Never in my life have I stuttered, until then.

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