Dragonshifter

Dragonshifter

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I ran for my life, sprinting down the sidewalk, in the middle of a thunderstorm, running God knows where. I concentrated on trying not to scream, or fall, or get hit by a car. All three were just barely possible. I ran down the street, whimpering, and at one point screamed like a maniac. Not the best day I suppose. Soon my dark blond hair was soaked again, and it fell into little ropes. Tears and water fell down my face and blurred my vision. The thunderstorm seemed to get worse. I almost ran into the middle of the street. "Ssskye..." a voice hissed. Above me. Black clawed talons closed around my arms and lifted me into the air. I screamed.
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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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