trembled into the wind. He put his hand on the trigger.
“It’s going to be OK,” I whispered to myself.
He straightened his legs, and dug his rifle into my forehead.
“No matter what, it’s going to be ok,” I croaked with what I was sure is my last breath.
I closed my eyes and heard him slide his leather hand over the trigger.
Inhale, exhale; what a way to die.
“MALA ANKIN!” a voice ripped through the silence.
“MALA ANKIN!” the guard jumped back, throwing his gun to the ground and raised his hands in fear.
“MALA ANKIN!”
The guard dropped to his knees and raised his arms above his head. He was immediately surrounded by 5 other guards who pushed him to the ground, their boot heels placed on top of his spine. Through his thin leather I could see him trembling in fear and his paused breath. I catch a glimpse of his eyes and saw that they were a cold stale grey like the sky, and wild like a scared horse. He stared back at me as I gave him a smirk.
“MALA ANKIN!” The voice bellowed.
All five guards immediately jumped; backs straightened, guns to their sides and still with their heels on my friend. One man pushed through them and they parted like a fog, almost toppling over at his mere presence. With a swift wave of his hand the 5 guards almost scurried away in fear. I laid against the cold stone staring at him, feeling puny myself in his presence. Without a word he walked up to my guard and picked him up by the back of the neck. He lifted him and held him almost three feet off the ground, staring into his eyes. I was suddenly amazed by how large this man seemed to be compared to his counterparts, and was momentarily terrified that I was now going to be left to him. With one swift swoop of his huge arm, he threw the guard almost completely out of sight, followed by a loud thud.
He slowly turned and fixed his gaze on me, his cold grey eyes transfixing and unforgiving beneath his leather mask. He slowly sauntered his way to my feet, his gate deliberate and dominating, until he was standing just at my feet staring down at me. He knelt meeting my gaze and I was overcome with a feeling of absolute terror as he tightly grasped my arm and pulled me to my feet like I was light as air. His hands were massive around my naked, dirty arm, the leather of his glove cold and stiff. Coming to my feet I began to feel lightheaded and felt my knees begin to give from beneath me. He quickened and steadied me with both of his hands as I began to kneel to the ground. I felt the world that I now know begin to shutter around me like a strobe-light show, I suddenly felt myself become lightless, then all was dark.
I could vaguely feel the cold touch of his hands below my buttocks, the frigid jolt of his uniform across my chest. I barely open my eyes when I realize I was being carried by this man towards one of the castles, his feet almost moving in a haste. I exhaled deeply knowing that whatever was to come next was my only fate. I closed my eyes and let him carry me helpless, naked, and nearly dead through the castle walls and into my new life.
Chapter 3
I dreamt we were on the plane, Eva and I. Then we were on the beach, but the sand was moving beneath us as we tried to run against it, like swimmers against a rip-tide. We ran and ran, but kept drifting further and further apart. I tried to scream for her, but my lungs seem frozen. I tried to run to her, but the sand was too fast. I reached out my arms, but she was too far away. I screamed in terror as I ran in place, watching her fade into the sunset.
I awoke with a gasp, jolting upright and became instantly light headed. A sharp pain stabbed through my head like an icepick and I immediately laid back down. I felt a throbbing sensation moving through my brain like a bad hangover, and curled up on my side in agony. I shoved my face into the pillow and almost screamed in pain until I remember where I was. I opened my eyes and stilly scanned my surrounding. I
“It’s going to be OK,” I whispered to myself.
He straightened his legs, and dug his rifle into my forehead.
“No matter what, it’s going to be ok,” I croaked with what I was sure is my last breath.
I closed my eyes and heard him slide his leather hand over the trigger.
Inhale, exhale; what a way to die.
“MALA ANKIN!” a voice ripped through the silence.
“MALA ANKIN!” the guard jumped back, throwing his gun to the ground and raised his hands in fear.
“MALA ANKIN!”
The guard dropped to his knees and raised his arms above his head. He was immediately surrounded by 5 other guards who pushed him to the ground, their boot heels placed on top of his spine. Through his thin leather I could see him trembling in fear and his paused breath. I catch a glimpse of his eyes and saw that they were a cold stale grey like the sky, and wild like a scared horse. He stared back at me as I gave him a smirk.
“MALA ANKIN!” The voice bellowed.
All five guards immediately jumped; backs straightened, guns to their sides and still with their heels on my friend. One man pushed through them and they parted like a fog, almost toppling over at his mere presence. With a swift wave of his hand the 5 guards almost scurried away in fear. I laid against the cold stone staring at him, feeling puny myself in his presence. Without a word he walked up to my guard and picked him up by the back of the neck. He lifted him and held him almost three feet off the ground, staring into his eyes. I was suddenly amazed by how large this man seemed to be compared to his counterparts, and was momentarily terrified that I was now going to be left to him. With one swift swoop of his huge arm, he threw the guard almost completely out of sight, followed by a loud thud.
He slowly turned and fixed his gaze on me, his cold grey eyes transfixing and unforgiving beneath his leather mask. He slowly sauntered his way to my feet, his gate deliberate and dominating, until he was standing just at my feet staring down at me. He knelt meeting my gaze and I was overcome with a feeling of absolute terror as he tightly grasped my arm and pulled me to my feet like I was light as air. His hands were massive around my naked, dirty arm, the leather of his glove cold and stiff. Coming to my feet I began to feel lightheaded and felt my knees begin to give from beneath me. He quickened and steadied me with both of his hands as I began to kneel to the ground. I felt the world that I now know begin to shutter around me like a strobe-light show, I suddenly felt myself become lightless, then all was dark.
I could vaguely feel the cold touch of his hands below my buttocks, the frigid jolt of his uniform across my chest. I barely open my eyes when I realize I was being carried by this man towards one of the castles, his feet almost moving in a haste. I exhaled deeply knowing that whatever was to come next was my only fate. I closed my eyes and let him carry me helpless, naked, and nearly dead through the castle walls and into my new life.
Chapter 3
I dreamt we were on the plane, Eva and I. Then we were on the beach, but the sand was moving beneath us as we tried to run against it, like swimmers against a rip-tide. We ran and ran, but kept drifting further and further apart. I tried to scream for her, but my lungs seem frozen. I tried to run to her, but the sand was too fast. I reached out my arms, but she was too far away. I screamed in terror as I ran in place, watching her fade into the sunset.
I awoke with a gasp, jolting upright and became instantly light headed. A sharp pain stabbed through my head like an icepick and I immediately laid back down. I felt a throbbing sensation moving through my brain like a bad hangover, and curled up on my side in agony. I shoved my face into the pillow and almost screamed in pain until I remember where I was. I opened my eyes and stilly scanned my surrounding. I
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