With The Storm

With The Storm

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As I felt my last breaths escape me, I saw something above the water. It moved, and just before all the air left my lungs, I felt something wrap itself around my waist and pull me up. It was him. He was like the storm. Strong, powerful but so underestimated. He came like the storm did, sudden and unexpected. And then he took me with it. Every night, a reoccurring dream visits Avery Mills, that she can't exactly explain. A dream that would someday mean a lot more to her than she ever thought. If only she paid attention to that dream. If only she didn't brush it off. Maybe she wouldn't have been kidnapped into a world she never wanted to be a part of. Its then, that Avery finds out no one is who they seem at first, and sometimes you can get the most help you least expect. When Avery is kidnapped, she finds out the truth behind who took her, and why. A reason she never thought, would actually save her life. This is the story of Avery Mills
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⚠️ MATURE⚠️ This story contains strong use of language and mature scenes. If you are offended easily do not read. •.• I snuggled into the comfortable warmth of the fluffy pillow as I was eager to go back to sleep. The fan lullabied me into a hazy state. Suddenly, a heavy weight landed on my waist, pulling me from the tired daze. I leaned up in shock as my hands flung forward defensively to push whoever was on me off. With a strong force, my shoulders were shoved backwards and into the mattress. Grunts of struggle filled the room as we fought each other. The offender grabbed my wrists and held them firmly above my head with one strong hand. Sobs of terror escaped from my chest as a thumb caressed my cheek to wipe away the spilled tears. "P-please let go of me," I begged, trembling. "You are so beautiful." A man's voice spoke, his large hand leaving my face and traveling down my body to squeeze my pelvic region. "Stop." I screeched, my demand ricocheting between the four bedroom walls. The man growled darkly. "If you scream again, I will kill you." I nodded keenly in response to show that I would not challenge his threat. His hand slowly freed my mouth, testing if I would disobey him. He reached into his pocket. A knife, zip tie, and a rag were all revealed. The view made me realize that this could be my last chance to get help. If I did not call out right now, he would take me. I would not make it out alive either way. I let out a bloodcurdling scream loud enough to wake up the whole neighborhood.

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