i write now! i’m currently writing a 4 book series called guardians of greenhaven and just published a new chapter of the latest book :) here’s a small chunk of it
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Pandora was shrouded in a myriad of negative emotions. She was entirely clueless regarding her whereabouts. The feeling of vulnerability was not one that she enjoyed, and right now she was drowning in it. The helpless girl was terrified to a severe degree.
Pandora didn’t know how just long she was out for, but the sight that she awoke to was deeply unnerving. Pandora fought arduously to salvage her energy, though her body was experiencing a severe level exhaustion. Her consciousness was unhurriedly dragging itself back to her, and the process was taking longer than she would have liked.
All she could make out while struggling to stay awake was a dim environment around her. Her body also felt cold, alerting her that the temperature in this unknown location was low. The smells that creeped into her nose hinted of old moss, slight mildew, and rain- an odd array of scents to take in at once. The product that the scent concoction created was nothing short of unpleasant and equally unwelcoming.
The entirety of her body felt weak, and her heart beat swiftly- almost violently. Her hairs were erect, all standing on end, and the goosebumps attacking her appendages were uncomfortable. There was a faint stinging sensation in her neck, reminding her of where she’d been punctured by the needle.
Despite having been drugged, Pandora impressively had a vivid memory of what had happened to her. She recalled sitting on the stairs, alone at Cornelius’ home. There was a party, and then a needle was poked into her neck.. And then..
Nothing.
Pandora could only remember that far, which was frustrating. Even if she did manage to escape this anguish-inducing location, her police statement would be useless. She could hardly remember a thing about the assault. Any information she would be able to provide would ultimately be futile.
Pandora gritted her teeth as she forced her weary eyes to open fully. The thin veils of flesh protecting her optics felt as though they weighed a pound each. The dryness of her eyes wasn’t doing her any justice, either.
As her hickory colored eyes slowly fluttered open with enough force, her surroundings subsequently came into focus. They were ominous, as expected. The walls consisted solely of thick concrete. This concrete certainly wasn’t new, as the majority of the surface was cracked and showed signs of weathering. The floor to the room was almost identical, but was much more dirty. Various stains were scattered across its surface area.
Across from Pandora, there was a medium sized torch propped on the wall, which appeared to be the one and only source of light for the room. On the floor, there were chains across from her in front of the wall, which made her swallow hard.
Due to the full concrete construction of the room, this indicated that the location was likely underground. There was no other visible furniture in the medium sized room. The only promising thing that Pandora could spot was the heavy wooden door to Pandora’s right. The light barely reached the door, but she could see the torch’s sparks reflecting off of something metallic around the door. With a heavy squint of the eyes, Pandora was able to see what it was. They seemed to be heavy chains fastened together with a thick padlock. This room was well secured, clearly.
There wasn’t much else to inspect regarding this uncomfortably disturbing place, but as more if the girl’s senses returned, Pandora realized her own posture throughout all of this; she was sitting upright. She could feel that she was sitting down on a wooden chair. There were tight binds around her wrist, locking her hands against the armrests of the wooden seat. Tied down, moving was clearly out of the question.
Anxiety and realization soon crept into her system, and her heart began to beat even faster than before. Sweat formed on her caramel coloured skin from utter nervousness despite being in the frigid room. Her mind began to race as she felt her eyes get wider with fear. I don’t know where I am. I don’t know.. I don’t know where I am. I don’t know anything. I need help, please. Help from anywhere. Help from anyone. I cant do this. Please, someone. I don’t know where I am, I don’t know where I am. I don’t know what’s going to happen to me and I.. I cant.. Pandora’s messy and frantic thoughts were accompanied by severe hyperventilation. Her breathing was shaky and heavy as she awaited her inevitable doom.
As much as she wanted to cry every tear that her body could form and scream until her vocal cords were swollen, she fought all of it. She kbew, deep down, that such acts would only make things worse. She had no idea where or when she was, but panicking like this would do her no good. She needed to preserve her remaining sanity and save her voice. As much as her mind told her to scream for help, she ignored her instincts.
The girl shut her eyes tightly, bawling her hands into fist as she struggled to get her composure back. After a series of deep breaths, her her rate slowed back down to its not dl pace, and jt mind began to clear. Het body slouched slightly as her body finally relaxed. The girl sighed, keeping her eyes shut. Having her eyes closed enabled her to slip into her own royals, even if it was just darkness. There was some sort of comfort in shutting her eyes, only being to gaze upon darkness. The only one in allowed in the infinite darkness was her as she wallowed in her own mind. The silence of the room was eerie, but that would change soon.
oh, you’re still wanting to read? here’s a link to the book :) https://archiveofourown.org/works/44390446/chapters/111644944#workskin
i would recommend starting at the first book, or you’ll just be confused
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
just bumping this after a while.
the themes are very heavy
