He grabbed my chin and lifted my head, forcing me to look at him. He stood so close that I could smell the scent of blood. My head spun. His cold, steel-gray eyes stared at me intensely. I felt trapped. Him in front of me, a wall behind me. I had nowhere to run.
"You've chosen a fierce one," the man by the exit laughed.
"Tastes aren't up for debate," he replied calmly, then let me go.
The moment he did, I instinctively took a step to the side. A smile appeared on his face. At the same time, his fingers tightened around my wrist. Like a steel cuff. I glanced at his hand. Seeing my expression, he loosened his grip.
"You'll have to tame her," the other man chuckled.
"That's my specialty," he answered, never taking his eyes off me.
Then he grabbed me by the elbow. Gently, yet firmly. He pulled me forward. Unprepared for the movement, I stumbled. The sequins jingled wildly. He steadied me with his other hand on my waist. Through the fabric of his gloves, I could feel the warmth of his palm. Once I regained my balance, he let go, leaving only a light hold on my elbow.
"Let's go," he said, pulling me along.
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Dear Reader...
I'm absolutely thrilled to present to you this fresh, fragrant, and delightful book I've prepared just for you!
I'm eagerly awaiting your reaction...
Yours Czekoladowa...
P.S. You'd better get ready, my Dear Reader, for nights in the desert can be cold, and dangers lurk at every turn. Is your sword sharp enough to handle them?
She lifted her hand to look at that holy thread around her wrist, the tinkling of her bangles now changed into rattling of Iron chains . Her hands were shaking because of those bruises she became too weak to lift that weight . She blankly stared at that thread while her mind kept wandering in the memories of that special personwhich bring a smile on her lips but more than happiness it has a scursum.
She looked up at the sound of appoarching footsteps and suddenly cold dungeon began to burn . His inner rage is enough to turn everything to ash . Their eyes anchor each other's gaze . He takes some calculative steps and squats down in front of her . Tucking her hair strand behind ear he grasped her face staring at her gorgeous features which turn pale he asked in soft voice
" Are you ok ? " She gerked her face away from his touch .
He immediately holds her cheeks between his index finger and thumb digging them harshly in her soft skin , he made her to look at him demands harshly vibrating in rage
" Who are you ? "
She chuckled while looking down before dazzing in his eyes . Her face became red and a fire starts buring in her orbs . She leans forward and mutters over his lips
"𝐇𝐮𝐦 𝐚𝐚𝐩𝐤𝐢 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐚 𝐰𝐨 𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐯 𝐡𝐚𝐢..... 𝐉𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐤 𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐲𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐦 "
" I am that scar to your soul...... Who gets salt or ointment " she graze his lips with her and continue
" 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐚𝐩𝐤𝐨 𝐡𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐠𝐚 "
" You will be in pain "
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This is my first time writing a story , so I hope you all will ignore my mistake . I don't want to hurt anyone this is just my wild imagination which I am trying to put in words .
If you find it boring or confusing then I'll suggest you to read it until the tenth chapter I am sure you get your interest .
I promised