I'm Not Gonna Be A Slave...Without My CAT! :1:

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Clink, Clack

The chains that bonded my wrist together clicked and clacked as I moved. It was kind of annoying, really.

My name is Lucinda Lee Marker. I’m seventeen years old and living with a man who claims to be a Demon Prince, or something stupid like that.

I was taken from my home in Slatington, Pennsylvania on the twenty eighth of September, 2008. That was the day before my seventeenth birthday.

Now, as I sit in my room like a caged animal, I wait to find out what is in store for me today. You’d think after everything that has happened till now, that I would be less frightened. Let me recap for you.

I was going downstairs for a brunch, since it was too early for lunch, but past breakfast. My parents had left for work already, and my younger brother was in school.

As I headed for the pantry, I heard the front door open. Figuring that my parents were back for something they had forgotten, I called out to them.

“Mom, Dad? Did you forget something?” When I received no answer, I left my food search alone, and went to take a look. As I entered the hallway from the kitchen to the front door, I heard a rustling from the living room. Turning right, I stopped short, gasping loudly. In front of me were two men I had never seen before. One of them was wearing a dark blue cloak, the other was wearing a deep blood red one. The one in blue moved toward me.

I backed up as his hand came out from between the folds of his cloak. My brain wasn’t working, and apparently my limbs were dead. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t move, and I was so scared.

The man in blue took another slow step toward me, and it was like a dam broke. I ran from him and the other stranger, and into the kitchen. I tired to open the sliding glass doors in the connecting dining room but my hands were shaking to much to unlatch the lock. I ran back to the kitchen just as the men entered. I looked around and grabbed a dirty skillet from the sink.

I spun around holding the skillet like a baseball bat. The men stopped, and if I could see their faces, I’m sure they were giving me a funny look.

The man in red spoke to me, as if talking to a person who was going to jump to his death.

“Please, put the pan down. We wont hurt you, we just need to talk to you. Please,” He gestured to the pan, “Put it down, we wont hurt you.”

I was so scared, I didn’t notice soapy, watery egg remains were dripping onto my right shoe, and the kitchen floor. I didn’t notice I was almost hyperventilating, and I certainly didn’t notice sneaky, little blue dude come up behind me, and knock me out.

Well, that is the first chapter to, ‘I’m Not Gonna Be A Slave…Without MY CAT!’. I hop you enjoyed it, and I know it was terribly short. I’ll be aiming to make the chapters longer for future notice. So please rate and/or message me with what you think. If anybody wants to beta my story (Because I have terrible spelling and grammar), then message me on my Quizilla, or send it to me email here: dreamergin@Yahoo.com. Same goes for any banners, I’ll be making their profiles soon.