A SPECIAL THURSDAY THROW OUT!!
Happy Thursday to all ! Sorry this is coming late in the
evening again, but alas it is evening shift week.
Lots of great progress this week. I got Scarred off to beta,
and I checked on the progress of Muse and it seems to be coming right along. As
I promised earlier this week I will be sharing the entire Prologue to my third
work, Captured (tentative name) in its entirety tonight. This will be a
romantic thriller ( I think) and I hope to get it done quickly. I also am happy
to say I finally have over 100 likes on my Star Kava Author Facebook page so
you can expect to see polls, giveaways and other exciting things coming from
that media as well! You can like my page
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ON TO THE TEASER!!
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Prologue
She stopped crying hours ago. I
yelled her name but she does not answer. Now it is just me in the darkness. The
persistent drip, drip, drip coming from somewhere is the only sound beyond my
own breath. I start to cry, but not from fear. I feel part of myself leave, as
if it has died and gone to heaven. I recognize the missing piece. It’s her, my
twin, she’s gone.
Darkness, I have nothing but
unyielding darkness. If my perception of
time is not completely skewed, I would say we have been captive for
eighty-seven days. The last thing I remember before my imprisonment was the
burning man being set ablaze. There were bodies swaying all around me as my
sister fell to the ground. I knelt next to her just before I too succumbed to
the darkness.
It’s hot during the day. My cloths, or what’s left of them, are damp
from sweat, or the humidity from our damp confines. I am thirsty and have to
use the bathroom. However, I am tethered spread eagle to this mattress on the
floor. In order to block out my discomfort I just sleep. Sleep, because it
reserves energy and deadens out the sound of my growling stomach.
I have never seen his face, nor
heard his voice. The only signs of his presence are his heavy footfalls, and
the sounds of the doors opening and closing. The rats that share my room with me
make more noise than my captor. Even when he enters the room the only sign of
him is the pinpoint of light emitting from what I assume are night vision
glasses. Then the god awful grunt of him finishing with one of us before he
leaves.
Sara started to stink a day ago.
The smell of death surrounds me. I pray to god that he takes me as well, to be
with my sister. I was always stronger than her, with her diabetes it was only a
matter of time. My eyes water as I wretch unable to expel anything from my
empty stomach. I start to writhe in pain from hunger. Unexpectedly, my arm
wrenches free from its binding.
I quickly remove the restraints
from my other limbs, fighting to stay conscious as all the blood rushes to my
now half erect body. Once I feel the cobwebs clear, I brace myself against the
wall and stand. The wall is damp and the floor is slimy as I shuffle carefully
toward where I heard the sound of the door open and close so many times before.
I step in slippery puddle and topple to the floor landing on something
soft but stiff. I feel the cold flesh of
my sister, and gag as the smell of discomposure wafts from her open mouth. I
place a kiss on my fingers and touch it to her body before forcing myself to my
feet again. Twenty paces further I find the door. Turning the handle, I am
startled when it opens. A muffled light meets me just on the other side of the
door.
I can make out a long corridor. On
one end there is a set of heavy steel doors that are secured with a chain and
padlock, on the other a door lined with white light. I turn toward it and start
to run, falling to my knees once more. I am too weak to make a hasty exit. I
can hear sounds outside. The noise of a jack hammer, a truck backing up, day
workers. I push myself up once more, trudging toward the small flight of steps
that leads to the door.
Pulling myself up the steps one by
one, I can smell the fresh air leaking in around the door. I start to sob
knowing it is only a matter of time before I feel the sun again. I am a breadth
away from my freedom. My thoughts drift back to my sister and her beautiful
face, all painted with glow in the dark fluorescence the last night of the
Burning Man festival. We were making are way to her friends campsites when we
came upon a paint party and stopped to partake.
We didn’t think those drinks would land us in this hell.
I push through the door and am
blinded by the white hot Nevada sun. My eyes focus on a man about fifty feet
away who is looking at me like he is seeing the birth of the apocalypse. He
starts to walk toward me as I collapse to the ground, no longer able to hold
myself upright. The lucidity leaves me as I lay baking in the heat. I feel
something cover me and a hand on my face but am unable to answer the man’s
questions. I can feel the shade of the crowd gathering around me, as the
construction site becomes quiet. I am awake long enough to hear the man start
barking orders.
“Shit Jeff, I think this is the
girl from the papers. Someone call LVPD she is going to need an ambulance.” The
man now holding me says.
“Didn’t she have a sister that
disappeared too, do you think she is inside?” another man says.
“ I don’t know, but it’s best not
to go in there, just wait for the cops.” My savior replies. My mouth tries to
form the words to say she is in there but I am too far gone. I go limp no
longer able to fight. Darkness once again.
EEEP!!! I hope you are now intrigued!! Because I am freaking
out!! Don’t forget to like and share by blog and page! Till next week
Star
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