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KeepLivingThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Jun. 21, 2012 at 10:52 am

Pain blossomed on the side of my cheek and I gritted my teeth against the pain. I have never hated any man more than hated him at this moment. If I ever got out of hear killing him would be on my to-do list. I let out a torrent of swear words and struggle against my bonds, but he just laughs sourly. He crouches and leans in so close that I can smell the spearmint on his breath. His face is merely centimetres away from mine.  

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gossamergirl replied...
Jun. 21, 2012 at 5:36 pm

i thought, Eww he's going to try to make a move me. he was making me uncomforable so i did the only thing i could think of, i kicked him in the unmentionable place. Ha ha i thought to myself, that was a good hit, he'll be down for a while. it turns out i was wrong about that.

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KeepLivingThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Jun. 22, 2012 at 9:28 am

I try comforting myself by saying he winced, but the reality is he barely moved a muscle. Either I'm so weak right now that I can't even kick, which I doubt or this man is made of steel, inside and out. His smile widdens and as quick as lightning his mouth is on top of mine. I don't react right away, my first instinct is to lean in and kiss him back. Whatever they say about villians being terrible kissers is a lie. I shudder at the fact that I could even consider kissing him back. I pull away and glare at him, hoping my face looks menacing.

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gossamergirl replied...
Jun. 28, 2012 at 8:37 pm

Apparently i didn't look menacing enough because he leaned in again. every thought that possible could went through my mind in those few seconds. but he whispered in my ear...

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KeepLivingThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Jun. 29, 2012 at 3:13 am

"I'm going to help you, but you've got to act right." Then he leaned out and laughed like he just whispered something disturbing in my ear. I put a look of fear on my face, which wasn't too hard to acompolish seen as I'm barely containing my fear. He grins at me and I start to see him in a different light. Maybe he's part of the Rebellion. Maybe he really is here to help me. I'm going to have to trust him, he's my only hope.

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gossamergirl replied...
Jun. 30, 2012 at 7:45 pm

That got me thinking. What exactly was "act right"? Was I supposed to hate him or was i supposed to fall madly in love with him? I thought about this for a long time. In the end, I decided... 

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KeepLivingThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Jul. 2, 2012 at 11:42 am

...to trust him. Afterall this is probably my last hope. I play along with act of a upset girl who knows her death is near. I'm hoping that's what he meant when he said 'act right.' Be the good little prisoner. I instruct myself, but will it be enough?

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gossamergirl replied...
Oct. 28, 2012 at 4:10 pm

Then he walked in smiling creepily at me. I wondered what he wanted from me. It wasn't long before I found out.

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NavyCopperQuill replied...
Nov. 27, 2012 at 9:09 pm

Holding a tray of food, he turned away from the camera hanging on the wall and faced me. 
"Under the tray," he mouthed. I took a discreet look and sure enough there was a parachute. 
The man reached into his pocket, pulled out a weird looking gun, and aimed at the wall. The concrete flew everywhere, leaving a perfect hole. 
"Go," he said. 
I strapped on the parachute, took a final look at the man, and jumped fifty stories.

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gossamergirl replied...
May 24, 2013 at 9:30 pm

"Thank you," I said just before I jumped. As I was falling, I realized I had never been parachuting before and I didn't know how to work it! I panicked and started to flail my arms in desperation. 

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