Run, Little Kitten

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ght in h

no location, nothing. Her apartment was locked

he club, surrounded by crowds of peop

, there

held hostage. The mafia bastard who thinks h

ace, his hands s

one placed on the counter

ld she

o days ago, at 1 a.m., the n

to her

see you and Grandpa. C

s he knew, Sleddin's grandparen

s the messa

had her coat wrapped around her, her eyes red from crying.

ews? The police said they can't fil

off and showed her the last sen

essage, her hand c

hey ar

n his feet and sliding some cash on the counter. "I know someone to

at him, confu

ll find her myself."

ou insane?! " She yelled in his face ", Whe

ip, causing her to stumble back,

ed, walking out of the bar

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here under an

ling in the bedroom

re much long

to e

, and I overheard one of them talk about taking a break between 2:10 AM and 2: 20 AM. There was a blind spot on the

es for m

wardrobe and tied it round my waist. I put the small

iced. Not

. I threw the duvet down first and then jumped

ra

rest behind the mansion. This was a wild forest. There was no road, no path.

noring the sharp pain

of thorns. My feet were bleedin

ept on

d against somethin

enomous plants. The leaves had tiny hairs that felt like fire. I cried

I cu

s and looked up ahead, my e

rpi

n log. I stared in horror. I didn

nd immediately, I k

my voice. I fell backwards, my body shaking terribly

om the plant and the scorpion sting we

. Al

heard the bran

foot

tte

es li

voice

ng over me, breathing hard. His white shirt

es wer

ng, drowned in tears. My swollen ha

I thought he

was

cold, amused look and s

voice shook. "I tried. I swear t

and yanked me up to my fee

ure you weren't poisoned and a room.

u! You're just like your brother!" I sob

same thorns that cut me. He didn't c

rip was like iron. "I'm not like him; I'm different, worse, dangerous. Yo

the guards were there holdin

othing and walked back into the Mansion. My dres

bedroom door and th

ng both my wrists above my head with one hand. Using

st me. His blue eyes w

ed by 50 miles of this forest, and the only thing you'll find ou

rought out something from hi

ed me; his touch was rough. Then, he in

eamed

u were brave enough to enter it;

leg, my hand an

is white shirt stained

ered. "You don't get to leave this r

ocked it from outside. Immed

ng in pain. My escape plan had failed.