Knowing Fiction

Knowing Fiction

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"I am guessing you are werewolves then?" My question seemed to completely catch them off-guard. They just stood there with mouths wide open. At this point I was so emotionally shot. I just started laughing hysterically. I fell to the ground clutching my stomach unattractively as they just stared at me frozen. It was quite funny. Their expressions, that was. I take one chance and do something outrageous and look where it leads me. I am standing between to possible werewolves who just kidnapped me from my own party. I have managed to stun them, but all I am doing is laughing on the floor. I calm down and sit up while this Greek god, who still has not given me his name, sits down next to me. "You know?" ~~~```~~~ When Alexa and her friend Marisol get tired of their boring old life, they make a drastic decision and change their whole lives. Their knowledge of another world, however, may inhibit their adaptation and ability to cope. They deal with the repercussions of knowing, and believing, things they shouldn't. Knowledge is power, but how will a second hidden world react when they figure out who has it?
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The strip of leather made contact with the skin on my back. The burning pain soared and I had to grit my teeth so no noise came out. I've lost count. I can't even remember the number of times he has brought the whip down onto my back. The burning sensation cooled and for a few seconds I thought the torture had finished but my thoughts soon came crashing down. Instead of being mauled by the whip, I heard a crunch as the bones in my torso were crushed by a heavy booted foot kicking me in the side. I grunted in pain. I had been in this cell for God knows how long and it was now probably some time in the evening. "Trying to be clever are we?" His voice booms out, his voice makes me flinch. "That's what you think smart ass. But I was trying to protect her." I replied back. I shouldn't have said that because moments later I'm kicked again in the side; this time so hard that I can feel a rib sink into one of my lungs. I fly towards the opposite wall in the cell, landing on my back. The specks of dirt and dust dig into the deep cuts on my back making me suck in a quick breath. I grunt and try to get up onto my feet but I feel a firm grip on the base of my neck. Before I know it, my feet are no longer touching the ground and I'm struggling for air. This is it. I'm dying. It's all over. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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