With One Kiss

With One Kiss

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Genre: Romance

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Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

Summary

Kyra Drakos was stolen from her family at the age of 3 and all 16 years of her life after her abduction she has been a victim of Slavery. Her Savior has come and killed her Master, but has he rescued her only to throw her back into the only life she has ever known?

Summary

Kyra Drakos was stolen from her family at the age of 3 and all 16 years of her life after her abduction she has been a victim of Slavery. Her Savior has come and killed her Master, but has he rescued her only to throw her back into the only life she has ever known?

Chapter1 (v.1) - With One Kiss

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Kyra Drakos was stolen from her family at the age of 3 and all 16 years of her life after her abduction she has been a victim of Slavery. Her Savior has come and killed her Master, but has he rescued her only to throw her back into the only life she has ever known?

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Submitted: November 23, 2013

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Kyra shrunk back into the shadows as far as the wall behind her would allow, when her back hit the solid surface she sunk down to her knees, her ragged dress pooling around her on the floor, the terror in her body taking her over. The intelligent part of her brain worked through the shock, telling her to keep her mouth shut and not make a sound. The only candle burning cast shadows upon both men that were in the room with her. She watched as the huge man in front of her leaned down to look upon his victim who was lying on the floor in a puddle of his own blood, the leather of his jacket creaking as his muscles moved. The victim was gasping for breath with a hand up at his throat, struggling to stop the death he knew was coming. The blood pouring out of the wound soaked his hand and his shirt, the drips off his hand and neck making the pool of the thick red substance under him larger. The man above him took the dagger that was covered in the victim’s blood and wiped it on his pant leg; removing the evidence from the sharp blade. She squeezed her eyes shut and shoved her head in between her knees, picturing his bloody body like it was painted onto the inside of her eyelids.

The man that now lay on the ground dead was Kyra’s now former boss, or rather, the master of the house she had been forced to work in since she had been taken from her family as a young girl. She would not regard his death with sadness or mourn his loss if she were to make it out of this encounter alive. In a rush her mind was consumed by the punishments he had once laid upon her. Although not the worst of her punishments, it had been the one that stuck with her the most, as it was the first time she had learned of his violence.

 Kyra was rushing along down the halls, hoping that she could get the master’s food to him before he became furious that he had had to wait so long. The chefs had taken an extra few minutes to hand over the food to Kyra, each having an evil grin on their faces. They had never particularly liked Kyra, but then again they didn’t like any of the women except the ones they were allowed to force into bed, or another place if it was close, with them. She was only 10 years of age and didn’t have the curves that the other women had, so the men found her distasteful. As she came to the door of her master’s she knocked softly, hoping she wouldn’t disturb him even though he had asked for her to bring his meal. Once of the master’s personal butler’s opened the door to reveal her master sitting at his large oak desk sifting through papers with a heated look on his face. He stood up from his desk, almost knocking his throne-like chair to the floor, and marched over to her looking more enraged than before. He ripped the tray with the food she had brought for him from her hands and threw it down on the small table by the door to his study. He leaned down and gripped her chin hard between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing hard enough to hurt her. He asked her what had taken her so long to deliver his food to him and as she started with her excuse he slapped her hard enough to leave a mark, and if he hadn’t been holding onto her she would have fallen to the floor. As she started to cry he cursed under his breath and pushed her away, making her stumble back out of the doors, not so gracefully landing on her butt as the doors were shut in front of her.

She felt tears slowly rolling down her face and let out a squeak of pain at the memory. She clamped her hand over her mouth, hoping that the sound hadn’t attracted the attention of the man in front of her. She could no longer hear the sounds of the man struggling to breath, and for a moment she was relieved that she was free of that man. She hoped that his murderer had moved on by now and had not noticed her so she could escape the only place she had never known and be free to live her own life for once. She wanted to know what the outside world was like, the world she had never known in her 19 years of existence.

As Kyra lifted her head she felt the hope she had wash away, the sound had indeed attracted the man’s attention. He had moved from the kneeling position he had been in on the floor and was now standing…but he was no closer to her than before. His ocean blue eyes were radiant, almost glowing in the darkness, and right now they held no aggression, although she would not hold her breath. He approached her slowly, almost as if he was trying not to frighten off the animal he was out to capture. He held out his large palm to her and even having witnessed him murder her master in front of her she felt as if she should accept his offer and grab onto him. Even as her mind was processing what she should do her body took control, as if in a trance, and she reached out to him, offering him her hand. His eyes never left hers as he grabbed onto her hand gently and pulled her off the ground and up to her feet.

The man lead Kyra out of the room and down the hall to the front door of the manor, his grip on her hand was getting tighter and tighter until she felt as if she didn’t get her hand out of his he was going to break her fingers. As she tried to pull her hand out of his he only tightened his hand more around hers and she began to panic. Kyra began to struggle against the man, digging her heels into the floor and punching at his arm with her left hand, which obviously wasn’t doing anything as he just continued to drag her to the door. Before he got to the stairs he seemed to become frustrated with her struggles and picked up her body as if she weighed nothing more than a feather and threw her over his shoulder, the bone digging into her soft belly uncomfortably. She began to struggle harder, beat her fist into his hard muscled back, and flailed her legs hoping his grip on her would slip and she would get the chance to run from him. His palm landed on her butt and tightened his arm on her upper thighs, holding her more firmly to him and putting an end to her struggles.

As they approached the front door of the manor the only thought going through her head was that her slavery for one man had ended, and she had a feeling another was beginning. And this one could be worse.

 

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So…I need a little help here…I know where this story is going…I just need to know whether it’s worth my time and effort to finish it…Good or bad feedback, either works for me, or hell, maybe suggestions or anything I could do to make it better. Anything is appreciated. And thank you for even taking the time to read it. <3

  • B.M.Darling


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