Chapter 1

Chapter 1

A Chapter by Satan's Daughter

                I woke up slowly, every inch of my body aching. My skin felt as if it had been ripped off my bones and reattached improperly. I tried to move, but quickly abandoned the endeavor when searing pain radiated from the top of my head and washed down my body in agonizing waves.

                I opened my eyes slowly, and gasped. I don't know what I had expected to see, but I had definitely not prepared for this. I was in a cage. A freaking cage! Metal bars surrounded me, gleaming in the florescent light. Beyond them I saw white tiled floors and walls, giving my prison a hospital feel. That I didn't like.

                Using my peripheral vision, I scanned the rest of the room. It was small, maybe ten by twelve, with no windows and only one door that looked to be made of heavy steel. I briefly pondered if the reinforced door was there to keep things locked out or in. After a moment, considering my predicament, I settled on the latter. My inner musings were cut short when something about the door caught my eye. There was no handle. S**t.

                I started to sweat but, before I could have a full blown panic attack, I heard a beep, followed by several clicks. My eyes widened, then quickly snapped shut as the heavy door swung open. I evened out my breathing, trying to appear as if I had never woken up.

                Heels clacked on the floor as someone, a woman by the sound of it, neared my cage. I could almost feel her lean down to look at me, could almost feel her scrutinizing gaze rake over my body. She let out a soft sigh, followed by the sound of scribbling. I heard her intake of breath, almost as if she were about to say something, but another set of footsteps, these decidedly male, interrupted her. He, whoever he was, walked into the room and up to my cage. His clothes rustled as, I assume, he leaned down to pear at me as well.

                “What is she, Doc?” his deep voice startled me and I hoped I hadn’t jumped. I almost shrieked when I felt a rough finger trail down my arm, but managed to swallow it at the last second.

                The scribbling stopped. The doctor once again walked towards me, but this time, she too leaned down and put her hand through the bars. I felt her small hand stroke my cheek once, softly. That’s why, when she spoke, the pure hatred in her voice sent a cold shiver down my spine.

                “Werewolf.”



© 2013 Satan's Daughter


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Satan's Daughter
First chapter of my new aspiring book. Like? Don't worry, the action is coming.

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Awesome, I will certainly read more!!

Posted 9 Years Ago


Amazing
just imaging how beautiful the rest of it will be :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


What do you mean when you say 'My inner musing' i like how you put it but i have never heard someone say that . Freaking great ! I just love how you portray the story i couldn't stop reading ,honestly i thought you she was kidnapped nothing beyond the norm. But that last part just started to creep me out ,lol(laugh out loud) i just wasn't expecting her to be a werewolf ,great job!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Satan's Daughter

11 Years Ago

By inner musings, I meant her thoughts. I'm really glad you enjoyed it! Thank you for your kind revi.. read more
oo mystery.... i like it. it really draws the reader in. Great Write!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Ooooo!!!! Your imagery is really awesome and the detail in the beginning really draws the reader in... I love how you ended it!! More woman More!!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Satan's Daughter

11 Years Ago

Smartass.
Harley Rose

11 Years Ago

I know :P
EYES OF MY SOUL

11 Years Ago

Anytime ,you will have my honest opinion.

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