My Secret, My Bully, My Mates by Miss L

What the hell does he mean ‘bear his children?’ I’m not mating with this psycho. And unconscious, why do I have to be unconscious? It’s all I can think before people are on me again. I am punching and kicking everything I can, with no idea who or what I am making contact with.

My heart is racing along with my mind. All I can see is limbs grabbing for me. I have to get out of this, but I have no idea how that is going to happen.

I am grossly outnumbered so not even my skills are going to get me out of this. I need help and according to Mike no one is coming, because I am cut off from everyone. He is a step ahead again.

I finally feel a blow to the back of my head that makes my vision blurry for a moment. I grunt and moan as I fall forward and catch myself on my hands and knees amongst bare feet surrounding me. Then I feel a sharp pinch to the back of my neck, but I can’t scream or pull away.

sh*tshow never happened. I feel the energy drain from my body, like it’s leaking out

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

of my life and never wake up to that sound again. “Urgg” I breathe out sitting up to my knees. My chest hurts, but I can’t tell if it’s bruised or if it’s broken ribs. I moved to rub the hair out of

behind me. I notice the chains going to my feet too. So I am bolted to the floor, interesting. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access

is either standard operating procedure or they think I am a risk. I’ll have to talk to someone before I

me, but I can’t decide if it pisses me off or if it scares me more. The room,

no other furniture here. The only thing I notice is more