Era:
My eyes flutter open, the light filling in black cracks. I moan, pain shooting through me. Slowly I lift myself up, looking around. Nothing is familiar, even Hunter isn't here.
"Where am I?" I whisper.
My eyes begin to adjust to the darkness and I make out a broom, a mop, a bucket of soapy water among other things. I'm in the janitor's closet in the prison, I guess. I never thought of there being a janitor, but I guess there would have to be to keep the rooms where the Prick is done clean and sterile. Hunter must have left me here when I hurt my leg.
"Hunter..." I think out loud, "He's not safe."
I begin to panic, thinking about it. I glance at the pool of blood around my leg, and make a split second decision. I grit my teeth, preparing for the pain that is to come, and begin to drag myself out the door.
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Running With the Wave
RandomIn a world where women are imprisoned in order to breed and are taught to fear men, fourteen year old Era discovers that she is barren, and is to be Disposed. Desperate not to die, Era does the unthinkable: she leaves the prison where the women are...
