A little writing sample.

So a friend told me to start something else. Just to write a scene and see what happens. So I am going to do just that. I will start without knowing what will happen or who it will happen to. Now this is draft work so there will be typos and grammar problems and other such mistakes, so bare with me. It might not be a good little scene but i need to get it out and I figure where better to work out my writers block than in a place full of writers?

So here we go.

Perpetual darkness was all Allison could see when she regained consciences. Her head was swimming. The last thing she could remember was sitting under the large oak in the courtyard outside of her apartment. She had walked out there to read a book and write a few pages in her journal. This was a routine that she partook in everyday that the weather permitted. She had been sitting there when a man walked up and asked her the time and then after she had given it to him he had asked what she was reading. There was a small fragment of a memory of him sitting down, but she could not be for sure that he had.

Her chest hurt, it was the type of pain you feel when you’ve been held underwater for just a few seconds longer than your body can handle, not enough to kill you, but enough for your lings to scream in horror. The taste of pennies filled her mouth and even though she could feel the chain that had been wrapped around her midsection and clasped with a heavy lock, all she could think about was that she needed a drink of water.

The ground on which she had been placed was cold, hard and dry. It had the feel of a basement, the kind you go down into only in the harshest of times, to relight a pilot light, get some fire wood or perhaps store a body. The gravity of the situation caught up with her when she heard footsteps echoing in her head. By the way the footsteps echoed through the room she could tell that it was not as large as she had assumed.

Allison drug the chain to its length as she crawled in a random direction. She was not able to reach a wall when she got to the end of the chain so she moved around in a circle grasping wildly outward hoping to find something, anything that might help her figure out where she could be. When she figured she had come full circle and found nothing the gravity of the situation hit her, she was not dreaming. She had hoped that she would wake up and be sitting under her tree, that was not going to happen and she was starting to realize that.

The footsteps became defined and she was able to make out the general direction that they had come from. She backed quickly in the other direction. The ground scratched at her skin rubbing her flesh raw. She was regretting wearing a skirt now.

A large latch somewhere in the darkness flipped. It sounded like the hinge on an old coffin and shot fear directly into the heart of the young prisoner locked inside. The tiny amount of light that came through the door would have normally been insignificant but when sitting in total darkness for any considerable length of time, the eye tend to welcome any bit of light it can get. The frame that filled the doorway was tall and very well built. Allison could not tell just how large he was because her depth perception was off do to the light and her terrified state. His bare chest was muscular and tattoos covered more than half of the tan skin there.

“Good morning Sunshine,” a deep voice filled the room. “We were starting to think you might not be joining us. I thought maybe Remy may have used a little to much chloroform, it wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Who are you? Where am I?” Allison begged.

“Child those are answers that I assure you that you do not want,” the voice was somehow assuring and alluring. For a moment Allison almost felt safe, a feeling that passed quickly as the man stepped forward and she could accurately judge his size. The man was easily seven feet tall and was no less than three hundred and fifty pounds. He was solid, as solid as any man she had ever seen.

“People will be looking for me,” a plea she thought would scare the man into letting her go.

“Eventually,” he said calmly, “they’ll stop.” The statement was so finite. Allison could no longer contain her fear and she began to scream. The man, moving no slower than a bullet from a gun, closed the distance between them and grabbed Allison’s throat. His powerful hand wrapped easily around her neck and hoisted her to eye level. The weight of the chain was more obvious now as it pulled at her hips and cut into the skin above them. “I should let you know that no matter how loud you scream, not a soul alive would hear you. Though a little louder and you may get the attention of the dead.” He said this as he dropped her to the ground. She managed to get her feet under her so she did not collapse too hard to the ground, but hard enough to knock her backwards onto her back.

“What do you want from me?” she screamed. The man knelt and placed that giants hand on her thigh.

“Blood,” was all he said. Allison thought that this was a perfect ending for her. She had promised herself that she would save herself for marriage. She was not lacking in options, after all she was a beautiful woman and she constantly had men throwing themselves at her. Yet her she was about to be raped and murdered.

“Please, you don’t have to do this,” she pleaded. He was moving up he thigh and his face was now inches from hers. She could not help but to notice that he was dangerously handsome. His ridged features were almost poetic. His strong chin and wide cheekbones gave him a ruggedly good looking face.

“Shhhh, save your strength,” he sniffed the air around her face, “it’s better that way.” She tried to scream again but he forced his lips against hers. Even his lips felt strong. She could feel his hand sliding farther north on her thigh and in seconds would be at the place she had reserved for her future husband. Her body went lip in his arms as his tongue forced open her lips and entered her mouth. Something was coming over her, it was as if she was entranced. His hand had found it’s destination and it was growing moist with each passing moment.

Her tongue finally moved against his. She let him kiss her the way he wanted and she began to kiss back. Her tongue ventured outward as he sucked gently at it. She felt something that normally would have been cause for concern but she was too deep into the moment to be alarmed by the sharp points that made up the two corner teeth in his mouth. She moaned as . . . . . . .

lol I better just stop right there. i don’t know how this ended up here but I better put the breaks on before someone gets offended. I’ll let you know later if it helped.

~DK