Its the end of my second week of blogging and I’m overwhelmed to say that I’ve got an amazing 106 of you following my blog already! 😍😍😍😍😍 Thank you so much to everyone who takes the time to read / like / comment, it truly means so much to me!
So, as a kind of tradition that I’m starting in honour of these milestone moments, I’m going to put another snippet from my upcoming novel Chained up for you to have a look at. This is a bit from chapter 9 just to give you a little bit of an idea of the feeling throughout the book… I would love to hear any feedback you have ☺️ :
Taylor reached across the table and took my hand. I glanced up at him in surprise.
“Don’t let this place change you,” he said.
“I think it’s a bit late for that.”
“No. It’s making us stronger but it doesn’t have to change who we are inside.” I looked at his grey eyes and felt something flutter in my stomach.
“What’s this? Love’s young dream?” a gravelly voice cooed from somewhere above me. I snatched my hand back as though it had been burnt and spun around.
Grey loomed over me, smelling strongly of sweat. I dropped my spoon with a clatter and shrank away from him. A small crowd of his followers gathered around our end of the table so that the Wardens couldn’t see what was going on.
Taylor tried to stand but a burley man appeared between the crush of bodies and gripped his shoulders, pressing him back down into his seat. A cold prickle of fear ran down my spine.
Dolly slinked between the bodies surrounding us and leant forward over Taylor’s shoulder, the hair that was remaining on her head trailed down his chest. She reached out and pulled his chin around so that he faced her, her nails digging into his skin.
“What a pretty face,” she hissed. Taylor jerked backwards, dislodging her grip but the man moved to stop him from standing again.
“What do you want?” I asked in a voice that sounded braver than I felt.
“That’s a good question,” Grey purred menacingly. He reached out and ran a lock of my hair through his meaty fingers. I stiffened and felt a surge of adrenalin run through my body but I didn’t move.
I glanced at Taylor who seemed at a loss for what to do as much as I was.
“We’re just being friendly,” Dolly smiled widely. Her facial muscles tugged on the scar that dominated the left side of her face, making her eye bug out. She leaned closer to Taylor’s face and his lip curled back in disgust.
The crowd of followers surged closer so that the press of bodies totally concealed us from view. Grey tugged at my hair again and I jerked away from him, managing to get to my feet. My legs were pressed against the table as I leant back, the bench I had vacated the only thing between us.
“Don’t touch me,” I snarled.
I wished I had some kind of weapon. The crowd started to murmur excitedly, waiting to see what would happen next. I held Grey’s eye and waited too.
…thanks for reading, I asked my dog Ozzy to give it a go but he had zero interest xoxo ☺️
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Congratulations! Your story snippet is really interesting 🙂