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Your main character wakes up in an unknown place, tied up and gagged. Unfortunately, her kidnapper doesn't know she's highly trained, in control, and unafraid.
Introduce a powerful female lead who handles her misfortune like a badass.
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The first I recall is drinking at Loney’s Bar, and next thing, I’m tied up in these beginner-level handcuffs you could probably find in a Dollar Tree.
_Don’t underestimate me_, I thought. It’s the absurd** idiots** that think I can’t bust out of these like they’re children’s toys.
_All I need is something sharp._
My eyes trail to the open concrete floor, focusing on a metal paperclip. It was s...
I swim in a stream of blurred memories, distorted by intoxication.
I remember gliding through a lavish ballroom, mingling with dangerous guests in unfamiliar territory. My obsidian dress flitted around me, shimmering like a thousand dark gems. I’d dressed as extravagantly as possible, hoping to attract the company I desired. I had nearly finished my third glass of champagne when my vision began...
It’s always a strange feeling when you wake up and your hands are tied behind your back. A quick resistance test reveals that these are cheap cable ties. Noted. You’d like to take a look at your ankles to verify that they are also tied by the same material, but of course — of course — you’re also blindfolded. You can’t even mouth a “puah” as a handkerchief is miserably separating your lips. Oh wel...
My head hurts, pounding. I feel something rough against my ankles and arms. I open my eyes to see myself in an unknown place, tied up. I also saw my kidnapper.
“LET ME GO!” I shout. “Never! You will become one of my minions! You will obey me! Even if it’s not now, you will!” J. Leslie Arlington said. He left the room.
I wasn’t gonna leave this without a good fight. I slid my foot against the flo...
The great Raven was sitting bloody tied to a chair.
“Want anything? A water? Snack? Maybe a new face?” I punched her again. Her head snapped back, blood spraying from her nose like a sprinkler. Honestly, she was going to need a miracle of plastic surgery to get her face back to socially acceptable.
“A water would be nice,” she spluttered, her voice shaking. Her eyes were squinted in fea...
For all of y’all who wanted a part two of Stowaway
Here you go…
I’m shackled to the floor both arms.
I pull the chains as the rub together.
“Your not going anywhere. You have to pay off your debt and if you get into anymore trouble. Your gonna walk the plank.”
I roll my eyes at him.
He looks at me with anger in his eyes but behind that I see genuine curiosity.
But as we all know
Curiosity kil...
I open my eyes to find,
Gray walls and dust?
O my gosh! What the heck! Why do people keep kidnapping me!
I’m only like the most beautiful girl on earth!
A gravelly voice comes out of a dark corner.
“Presenting 100 young men on the arena”
It continues “The rules are simple. You must get each other out of the ring and whoever wins gets the girl!”
A spotlight shines on me and a big purple obsidian bl...
My family also treated me like the misfortune of the family. They thought I was the weakest because I was the only girl in a family of assassins. No matter how hard I train everyone treats me like a little girl that no one expects anything of. Until one day I got kidnapped. My arms were tied behind my back and I started to wake up. I coughed terribly and I felt like a dagger was in my throat. The ...
Waking up in a dark damp whare house is nothing new for me being a highly trained professional assassin. Who’s always being tried to be captured.
The gag that’s in my mouth isn’t even tied correctly or tight. Spitting it out I sighed, _‘Again? Who is it this time?’ _Thinking of my possible captures he walked in, a dark silhouette only about four feet away.
“How did you get your gag out of you...
I almost giggled but all that had excaped my mouth was a small smirk hidden by the duck tape wrapped around my mouth. Scream, cry, fight back...do something i could see the kidnapper plea for satisfactory, like staring into a freshly polished mirror. I had kept content and silent the entire time waiting for the right moment. My moment.
A small pocket knife shimmered from his right pocket stains ...
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