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    Captured

    Okay here you go. This is not what I had originally written, but with the pc crash I lost that. I didn't think it was right to put you off again so I put this together.


    “You bastards! Let me the fuck out of here!” I scream through the iron barred window.

    Not that I think it will do me any good of course. Those bastards had put me in this filthy cell over a day ago and the only contact I had had from them was when they came in to beat the shit out of me.

    I still don’t know what I did or who I pissed off enough to put me here, but at some point two nights ago I went from dancing with two beautiful women to being stuffed in a cell. Those bitches must have drugged me with something because all I remember is images of a plane and landing the plane in what I thought then was the ocean.

    So now here I sit (and yell), one of the most powerful men in the underworld reduced to sitting in a cell smaller than my bathroom and breathing in the fumes from my own piss and shit. The bastards won’t even give me a bucket. No light but what comes through the bars during the day and no food so far. I wonder if they mean for me to starve.

    It’s getting dark and if there is a pattern to my captors they should be coming soon for another beating, but it’s too soon for me to tell. As weak as I am two little girls could kick my ass.

    As I pace around the room I can see the shadows lengthening and I feel the tightness in my stomach that always comes before a confrontation. Every noise I hear makes me freeze and snap my head to look at the door in anticipation. To take my mind off of what may be coming I try to think about who did this to me and how I’m going to get away.

    I do have a secret; something they didn’t find in their search. All I can do is hope that secret will pay off. It’s a long shot at best, but since it’s all I have left to cling to I will. They missed my Razor. The Razor my security chief insisted I have sewn into my pants. Whoever patted me down wasn’t experienced and they missed it! I just hope the emergency signal went though. As one of those noises resolves into the door actually opening all I can do is once again pray that the signal went out.

    God please the signal went out….
    Remember yourselves.


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    submissivewife
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    Wow, I can feel the frustration and desperations of the character. You did very well in my opinion.

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    Very good I felt I was there---want to see the rest of it a real cliff hannger



    but we will take a slight break from writing

    your next task is to read this story

    http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/stories/s...p?storyid=4533

    Review it in the Critic's Circle forum as well as on the story page


    PM me when you have completed this task

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