The first scene of my new novel

The first scene of my new novel!!

    She was trapped. Her hands were tightly bound, she was blindfolded into blackness, there was a gag in her mouth and her ankles were bruising from the roughness of the rope that was tied them so tightly together. She struggled to stay calm, to think of anything that may make her feel better. She thought of her father, her brother, her friends...
    The car screeched to a halt, and Ariel took a deep breath, dreading to know exactly where she had been brought. She wouldn't get to see however, so she might as well pray for the best. When she started whimpering she felt a hard smack on her cheek and cried out.
    “Don't mark her, The Boss will be furious!”
    “Sorry, I had to get her back for biting me.”
    “She kicked me in the balls, and I'm letting it go.” Another voice chimed in, all males that had captured. She would smile, if she could, at the fact that she had put up as much of a fight as a girl her size could. She was more muscular than she had been, having lost 20 pounds over the past year due to working out extensively with her best friend Danielle, and tanning as well, though that hadn't helped her fair complexion much, simply making her look less like a vampire and more human.
    Ariel was a beautiful girl, even when she'd had the weight on her it looked good. She had been voluptuous, thick, curvy... men had always loved her. She had gone into a depression after her boyfriend had passed away and went on an ice cream and cookie binge, turning down every suitor. Then she had awaken a year later to find she was almost out of sevens. Now she was back down to her threes, never a stick but very small with the exception of her bosoms, which these perverts had ogled while she was tied up.
    In fact, she was getting dressed as she was thinking of the past, having been naked the whole car ride. Now she wished she'd had the extra weight, she could fight better back then. They flipped her around and put some dress of some sort on her, zipping the back and tying the straps behind her neck. They untied her ankles, which made her so happy she thought she'd cry, until she realized they were putting her in heels.
    She was far to clumsy for heels. Oh well, who was she to be picky when she was knocking at heaven's door? Well hopefully Heaven. She'd been a good girl after all. She was pulled out of the car roughly and she stood, ready to kick when one of them bent down and put cool metal on her legs, which seemed to me a chain of some sort. Great, she might as well be in Folsom.
    They yanked her forward and she struggled as much as possible, but damn her, even at her former weight of 135 it would have been no problem for these strong men. She may have not liked her weight, but she had still been small, especially at under 5'4.
    They practically carried her to some mechanical doors, and she soon realized by her weightlessness that they were on an elevator. She was getting good with her other senses. The elevator finally came to a halt, and she was once again dragged somewhere. She listened for any sort of sound but all she heard was silence. The room she was in was cold, freezing in fact, and she felt her nipples harden, and goosebumps rise all over the skin of her body, her legs were shaking.
    Suddenly a man's cold hand was touching her face, causing her to shiver even more, and causing the bruising there to feel better for some reason. Where had he come from? She hadn't heard a footstep...
    “Who did this?” A cold, quiet voice demanded. It was slightly accented in what she guessed was Italian, but it wasn't romantic, it was dangerous.     “I said, who did this?” He said once more, his voice now caressing her. It was so odd. He simultaneously scared her and turned her on... no, it must just be the cold. Yes, that was all that was...
    “I did, sir. She-”
    “Silence!” His calm voice was momentarily loud, and it rang through her body, causing thousands of icicles to prick each inch of her skin. “I said no one put a mark on her.”
    “She bit me! She was feisty, and she was-” He was all of a sudden screaming in pain. Funny, the man hadn't moved. All of a sudden there was a thud on the floor and heavy breathing.
    “Consider yourself lucky. Leave, all of you.”
In one quick moment she was all alone with the stranger that hadn't moved his cold hand from her cheek yet. He took a breath, the first she'd even heard him take, and he then moaned, moving his hand to her own and untying her. She sighed, wiggling her fingers. He rubbed her wrists, soothing them with his ice cold hands. She almost moaned.
    “Did they hurt you?” He asked quietly, and she shook her head nervously. He sighed, taking the gag out and rubbing her chapped lips gently. She gasped at the sensation, and he moaned, pulling back some and unshackling her legs with inhuman speed. She sighed, thinking whoever this was must actually care about her. Perhaps he would help her out of here?
    “I'm... Ariel.” She managed softly, then gasped when he covered her mouth roughly.
    “Did I say you could speak?” He demanded, and she couldn't believe how rude he was.
    “I know your name, anyway. Ariel Alayna O'Connor. You're twenty two. You're beautiful. You recently lost weight. You have a father and a brother, but your mother left a long time ago. You enjoy singing in the shower. Your breasts are natural.”
    At that she gasped. Who the hell was this guy? Some crazy stalker! That was for sure. He pulled his hand away. “Who the fuck are you!” She demanded, and promptly had her long hair twisted into a fist and yanked back, causing tears to prick her eyes.
    “I said, don't speak unless I so give you permission!” He screamed, and Ariel cried out, causing him to growl and pull harder. “Now, you may speak!”

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