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Board Games
What do you do when you hit rock bottom? And who better to drag you back up then someone who's touched your life so slightly? And in what better way than some old fashioned, board game, fun?
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The footsteps she heard were unmistakable, just alike to the ones that sounded in the horror movies. The kind that sent her head shooting up and spinning from side to side fast enough to give herself whiplash. She jumped up off of the edge of the fountain and looked around, standing up on her toes and looking as far as her eyes could see. She heard the rustling of leaves and that’s when she began to run.
She lunged down the front steps of City Hall, trying not to trip down the long stairwell. She barely made it to the bottom when she felt herself being grabbed around the neck. She tried to scream, but the sharp fingernails digging into her throat told her that wasn’t the best of ideas.
“Do I have to do everything myself?” He hissed into her ear, kicking at the back of her calves. She began to walk, letting him lead her, shutting down. “Don’t fucking shut down on me, Lyra.” he demanded. Her eyes widened in absolute horror. He knew her, she wasn‘t just a random, spur of the moment decision. He yanked her body in the direction of a van she saw, and she took that as her cue to go there.
When she’d made it, he opened the back. There, in the back of the van, sat a cage. The kind you’d see at a veterinarians office; the kind they kept animals in. He lifted her up inside, being at least ten times stronger than her, and shoved her roughly into the cage. She lay their in fetal position, her eyes still wide in terror, but she didn‘t see. Lyra heard the doors shut, and then the van start up.
Some time later, at least an hour, the van stopped. She’d hardly blinked the whole ride, terrified to close her tired eyes. She heard the van doors open again, and she heard the cage being opened. He pulled her out and carried her, much like a newly wed couple. She shook her head around, trying to keep herself alert. She heard a loud banging sound. Lyra forced herself to see, but automatically regretted the decision.
The sound she’d heard had been a door swinging and slamming into a wall. In front of her eyes was a room. It was like the wooden cottage she used to stay at in the summers as a child. Her eyes scanned the whole setting in front of her, from ceiling to floor. When her eyes finally made it to the floor, she bunched her whole body up, and began to kick.
Sitting on the floor, staring straight back up at her, were two girls. They were both beautiful in different ways. The first one was lean, with straight features. Her hair was dark, long and straight as a pin. Her eyes were hazel, and set into slits; a glare. The second one was shorter, with a rounder face. Her fiery red hair was pulled into a messy bun on the top of her head. She had sky blue eyes that stared into Lyra’s face with innocent curiosity. But their beautiful appearance wasn’t what caught Lyra’s attention, or sent her heart racing. It was what they were wearing; or rather, what they weren’t.
They were both completely naked, just sitting on the floor. Lyra began to screech and hyperventilate as she realized what was happening. The hazel-eyed girl rolled her eyes and let them land on the man with his arms around Lyra. The smaller one flinched away, letting her eyes stick to the hard wooden floor.
“Gerard.” Lyra heard someone say through her panic attack. She spun around in his strong arms that let her struggle, but never let her go, and saw another man. He was tall and skinny, with straggly blondish brown hair and glasses. Lyra swore she’d seen him before, but she wasn’t sure where. She stopped fighting and turned her attention back to the nude women on the floor. The redhead was standing now, in the far corner of the room, pulling on a bra and a pair of underwear.
“W-what t-the f-f-fuck is th-this?” She managed to spit in her terrified state. The redhead turned to stare at her.
“What’s what?” she heard the man say into her ear, a horrifyingly seductive edge to it. He finally let her down onto the floor. Her knees buckled and she hit the wood with a loud thud.
“Th-this, this place I-I-I, I mean I don’t ev-ven kn-know…” she trailed off. The man ignored her and instead turned his attention to the girl still on the floor.
“Armeena, be a darling and put your underwear on. We’ve got company.” he said to her. Lyra watched Armeena stand up and walk into another room.
“Gerard.” Lyra heard again. She her head in the direction of the voice. The other man looked at whoever was behind Lyra.
“Yes?” she heard him hiss.
“What is that?” he asked, pointing at Lyra. She clamped her teeth together.
“This is a friend for Meena and Katie.” he answered in a surprisingly compassionate voice. “And you and I, of course.” he finished, a smile in his tone. Lyra had the sudden urge to turn and see who her kidnapper was. How unfair was it that she had yet to see his face. She tried to will her body into turning but was unable. Her nerves were locked.
Armeena walked back down the stairs, a million thoughts running through her mind. Gerard told them he was going to pick up an important package, and he comes home with another girl. She ground her teeth together and flipped her hair over her shoulder. She watched the scene unfold in front of her. Lyra was laying on the floor, her hands in fists, her knuckles turning as white as her face.
Gerard stood behind her, locking the door then turning back around. She watched him light a cigarette and take a long drag. Mikey sat on the couch, staring at Lyra. Katie Rae sat on the couch next him, letting his hand rest in hers. Meena let her eyes travel all the way up Gerard’s body hoping, almost expecting, for his own eyes to meet hers when she reached them. When she did, she found that his eyes were also glued to the scared girl on the floor.
It wouldn’t have been so bad if she wasn’t so damn beautiful. Even Armeena had to admit that she was. Her long, shiny blond hair pooled around her body, shielding her from the possible monster than stood above her. Her lovely green eyes, the color of celery, were wide with fright. She had delicate features, a soft, beautiful face. And it made her want to spit.
Lyra smelled the scent of cigarette smoke. It made her want to look behind her once more, but she was afraid. She chewed on her cheek, fighting the fear driven tears that were bubbled into her eyes. She held it in for a few more seconds while everyone in the room stare, before the silently began to spill over in hot streams down her pale cheeks.
She felt herself being picked up, and then being cradled. She couldn’t see anything due to her tear-blurred vision. Lyra finally found the courage to wipe her eyes and look up into the eyes of the man that held her. When she did she gasped so loud that everyone in the room jumped. She knew him. His face was so familiar, and yet so untouchable. He seemed to notice her realization, and a wide smirk spread across his face.
“Little Miss Lyra London.” He drawled in the now familiar voice. But she wasn’t listening, she was staring off into the distant past he was once a part of, and the fast approaching, not yet set in stone future.
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Hello reader. This is one of two of my Harley (Love you, girl!) inspired fics, and I'm warning you now, this is not Not a Barbie Doll. If you've ever read a Harley story, than you know what to expect. If not, you're in for a treat.
Reviews are greatly appreciated.
xoxo,
Miranda
She lunged down the front steps of City Hall, trying not to trip down the long stairwell. She barely made it to the bottom when she felt herself being grabbed around the neck. She tried to scream, but the sharp fingernails digging into her throat told her that wasn’t the best of ideas.
“Do I have to do everything myself?” He hissed into her ear, kicking at the back of her calves. She began to walk, letting him lead her, shutting down. “Don’t fucking shut down on me, Lyra.” he demanded. Her eyes widened in absolute horror. He knew her, she wasn‘t just a random, spur of the moment decision. He yanked her body in the direction of a van she saw, and she took that as her cue to go there.
When she’d made it, he opened the back. There, in the back of the van, sat a cage. The kind you’d see at a veterinarians office; the kind they kept animals in. He lifted her up inside, being at least ten times stronger than her, and shoved her roughly into the cage. She lay their in fetal position, her eyes still wide in terror, but she didn‘t see. Lyra heard the doors shut, and then the van start up.
Some time later, at least an hour, the van stopped. She’d hardly blinked the whole ride, terrified to close her tired eyes. She heard the van doors open again, and she heard the cage being opened. He pulled her out and carried her, much like a newly wed couple. She shook her head around, trying to keep herself alert. She heard a loud banging sound. Lyra forced herself to see, but automatically regretted the decision.
The sound she’d heard had been a door swinging and slamming into a wall. In front of her eyes was a room. It was like the wooden cottage she used to stay at in the summers as a child. Her eyes scanned the whole setting in front of her, from ceiling to floor. When her eyes finally made it to the floor, she bunched her whole body up, and began to kick.
Sitting on the floor, staring straight back up at her, were two girls. They were both beautiful in different ways. The first one was lean, with straight features. Her hair was dark, long and straight as a pin. Her eyes were hazel, and set into slits; a glare. The second one was shorter, with a rounder face. Her fiery red hair was pulled into a messy bun on the top of her head. She had sky blue eyes that stared into Lyra’s face with innocent curiosity. But their beautiful appearance wasn’t what caught Lyra’s attention, or sent her heart racing. It was what they were wearing; or rather, what they weren’t.
They were both completely naked, just sitting on the floor. Lyra began to screech and hyperventilate as she realized what was happening. The hazel-eyed girl rolled her eyes and let them land on the man with his arms around Lyra. The smaller one flinched away, letting her eyes stick to the hard wooden floor.
“Gerard.” Lyra heard someone say through her panic attack. She spun around in his strong arms that let her struggle, but never let her go, and saw another man. He was tall and skinny, with straggly blondish brown hair and glasses. Lyra swore she’d seen him before, but she wasn’t sure where. She stopped fighting and turned her attention back to the nude women on the floor. The redhead was standing now, in the far corner of the room, pulling on a bra and a pair of underwear.
“W-what t-the f-f-fuck is th-this?” She managed to spit in her terrified state. The redhead turned to stare at her.
“What’s what?” she heard the man say into her ear, a horrifyingly seductive edge to it. He finally let her down onto the floor. Her knees buckled and she hit the wood with a loud thud.
“Th-this, this place I-I-I, I mean I don’t ev-ven kn-know…” she trailed off. The man ignored her and instead turned his attention to the girl still on the floor.
“Armeena, be a darling and put your underwear on. We’ve got company.” he said to her. Lyra watched Armeena stand up and walk into another room.
“Gerard.” Lyra heard again. She her head in the direction of the voice. The other man looked at whoever was behind Lyra.
“Yes?” she heard him hiss.
“What is that?” he asked, pointing at Lyra. She clamped her teeth together.
“This is a friend for Meena and Katie.” he answered in a surprisingly compassionate voice. “And you and I, of course.” he finished, a smile in his tone. Lyra had the sudden urge to turn and see who her kidnapper was. How unfair was it that she had yet to see his face. She tried to will her body into turning but was unable. Her nerves were locked.
Armeena walked back down the stairs, a million thoughts running through her mind. Gerard told them he was going to pick up an important package, and he comes home with another girl. She ground her teeth together and flipped her hair over her shoulder. She watched the scene unfold in front of her. Lyra was laying on the floor, her hands in fists, her knuckles turning as white as her face.
Gerard stood behind her, locking the door then turning back around. She watched him light a cigarette and take a long drag. Mikey sat on the couch, staring at Lyra. Katie Rae sat on the couch next him, letting his hand rest in hers. Meena let her eyes travel all the way up Gerard’s body hoping, almost expecting, for his own eyes to meet hers when she reached them. When she did, she found that his eyes were also glued to the scared girl on the floor.
It wouldn’t have been so bad if she wasn’t so damn beautiful. Even Armeena had to admit that she was. Her long, shiny blond hair pooled around her body, shielding her from the possible monster than stood above her. Her lovely green eyes, the color of celery, were wide with fright. She had delicate features, a soft, beautiful face. And it made her want to spit.
Lyra smelled the scent of cigarette smoke. It made her want to look behind her once more, but she was afraid. She chewed on her cheek, fighting the fear driven tears that were bubbled into her eyes. She held it in for a few more seconds while everyone in the room stare, before the silently began to spill over in hot streams down her pale cheeks.
She felt herself being picked up, and then being cradled. She couldn’t see anything due to her tear-blurred vision. Lyra finally found the courage to wipe her eyes and look up into the eyes of the man that held her. When she did she gasped so loud that everyone in the room jumped. She knew him. His face was so familiar, and yet so untouchable. He seemed to notice her realization, and a wide smirk spread across his face.
“Little Miss Lyra London.” He drawled in the now familiar voice. But she wasn’t listening, she was staring off into the distant past he was once a part of, and the fast approaching, not yet set in stone future.
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Hello reader. This is one of two of my Harley (Love you, girl!) inspired fics, and I'm warning you now, this is not Not a Barbie Doll. If you've ever read a Harley story, than you know what to expect. If not, you're in for a treat.
Reviews are greatly appreciated.
xoxo,
Miranda
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