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Before It Struck Midnight

*Read at your own risk* (I have warned you!) *Steamy scenes ahead!!* This story has some heavy scenes, I have warned you in advance. If you want to read the story but skip the heavy parts, I will tell you when the heavy parts will happen prior to the chapter because... I got you boo, I got you.. There will be some strong, mature scenes, but no worries, I am here for you all and I will warn you in advance of a steamy scene. Don't report (I mean, I am warning you now about mature content, don't be surprised! Also if you ignore this... it is kinda your fault, not mine...) as I have spent SO MUCH TIME ON THIS. And if you just want to troll since you have nothing else to do... just don't do it. I have given in so much sweat and effort into this and I don't want a group of people who are bored out of their minds to ruin it for me. If it turns out that you don't like this book then feel free to read my other books that I have written. *WARNING FOR MATURE CONTENT IN CASE IF YOU MISSED MY LAST WARNINGS* Other than that, I hope you will enjoy reading this! *This book contains explicit content* *EXTRACT FROM THE BOOK* I stared at him, cooking and whistling, something that I could not do, or should I say, didn't want to do. I decided to move away and try to find an exit but I didn't even take a step back when I heard his voice. "Princess? Is that you?" I saw him raise his head before shooting his eyes onto me. The sudden gaze caused to heart to race while it froze my body, as if I have turned into ice. I felt the fear engulf my body, eating me inside out. "You aren't scared of me... Are you?" he asked me, I sensed the envy in his voice. That mixed with his harsh tone caused a wave of goosebumps to course through my body. I wanted to begin by asking him where was I? Why was I here? Why was he here... I wanted to ask him, but I couldn't, the fear was just all too much for me. "Come on... Speak to me... Ask me..." he began. "Ask me "why am I here" and all of that crap... Entertain me with your fear." I saw him slowly gripping a knife that was on the countertop, with his eyes still on mine. The sides of his mouth slowly began tilting upwards. All the bitterness and the cold, it was all so visible in his eyes. I looked at his in horror, noticing him as he took his first small steps towards me. "Talk to me... Because this might be the last time you will ever talk, " he said this sentence in such a calm tone, it caused me once again to shiver with goosebumps. "W-what do you mean...". Never in my life have I stuttered, until then. "What I mean is..." he began before abruptly stopping, until then, he never took his eyes off me. The next thing I knew, he full-on charged towards me. I heard chairs crashing down while I turned around, and just as I was about to run, I felt him grab me by my wrist, before he yanked me, as a result, I crashed straight into his chest. My hands were on his big, broad chest right before he turned me around so that my shoulder were now against his pecks. Till then, I figured that this was probably just one of my many wicked nightmare until I felt the blade ,from that knife he picked up, rest on my neck. As if it was an instinct, I grabbed his arm that was resting on my chest with my two small hands. In the same time tried to push my head back and away from the knife but it is near impossible as there is no space for me to move any further against his hard pecks. Next, I hitched for air when I felt his breath, as it warmed my skin. "Trust me... don't you dare, for second, think that I will hesitate to hurt you, because I will if you disobey me..."

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Chapter One - Before It Struck Midnight.

It all started, way back at my house. My friends and I were getting ready for what seemed to be the night of our lives, well for them... not me. We applied our make up, tried on our costumes, we got tipsy. We laughed... Back then laughing was an everyday thing... every single moment that is indented in my memory was shared with laughs, but now... Now things are different... I can't laugh... Not even for the love of God. Now fear is replaced with laughter. Faking my laughs was what hurt the most... Just to make my kidnapper... happy... that I am... 'happy'.

It was about 8 we were done, but it wasn't by 8:30 when we got into the car, my friend's car, and made our way to the celebration. I wasn't too excited about the party, but I did try to surround myself with some positive thoughts... If only I knew what the night was hiding, if I knew what would have happened to me, I would have stayed at home, locked up, safe and sound.

So we began our short journey to where the party was held. Even though the party was 10 minutes away, we managed arrived in 30, due to traffic reasons and kids running around, holding buckets of sweets. It sent me back to when I was 7, 15 years ago... That year was the one with most memories of Halloween because it was the first year that I went and scavenged for sweets with my parents. Yes, as you may have guessed, I was a pirate. Arrr!

So we arrived at the party, we got out of the car, but before we made any movement towards the house, we collected our belongings from our car. As I turned back around, I realized a man staring at me, he seemed like he was in his early twenties and he had one of the most basic costumes in the whole party, I still remember his black robe, he had red painted that seemed blood is running down the side of his lips and one other thing... He looked really hot. He was staring at me... intensely, the gaze that he gave me showed that he liked what he saw. So I looked back at him and I gave him a small wave, he smiled before waving back and swiftly turning around, walking off. That mysterious guy in the black robe turned out to be my kidnapper.

The story goes on, my friends and I, we continued our way towards the house but for some reason, we were directed to walk in via the back door. So we did. We entered and wow... Was it PACKED! There were drinks spilt on the floor, broken cups, cigarette butts, I also saw a ripped condom package on the floor. God... My question was what wasn't on the floor. Thankfully, me and my friends, we manage to find a clearance, where the ground is also cleaner, we try to not move out of our current position unless we needed a top-up of drinks or something... Oh crap, he is coming, I have to stop it here... He does not like me writing...