On Her Knees

did not co

nose down the side of my face, sniffing at my skin. He stopped just at the center of my throat, right where

l of my black curls, brought it to his nose and inhale

movements too fast for me to process at first. Casting a cold grin at

g. My heart was beating wildly in my chest and if our captor really had ampl

until the late morning when the rest of us were awake. I suspected that he wanted

still lingered on her face and I said a silent prayer for her and for myself. The cabin was complete

ted desperately to go home to Minnesota. If I'd known that a simple trip to Prague would lead to my kidnapping, I

on the top of my knees until, too exhausted

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d girl who usually sat across me on the cabin floor was leaning above me, her

ing up. I couldn't remember i

was difficult to tell with the waves rocking the boat

e is

ne why men would kidnap girls; they were in the business of selling women's bodies. But wha

rom modern day pop culture, who pledged their undying love to naive human girls were nothing close to what truly existed. Our green eyed captor was a savage. He looked at us as

e if I didn't know what a monster he was. There were loose curls in his dark brown hair and his features were sharp and angular: a strong, chiseled jaw and straight nose. A jagged scar ran from the left side of his h

o me. The other girls didn't hesitate. They were on their feet in a heartbeat. I wrapped my around the girl's shoulders and

hair brushed against her bare shoulders and she wore a silver cocktail dress with a sweetheart neckline, no doubt the last thing she wore before she was taken. It was now

s and several feet of rope hung on his shoulder. One girl at a time and with blinding speed, he shackl

. He towered over her but he didn't spare her a single glance as he bound her hands and feet; his eyes were all for me.

haled and bent to skim his nose down the side of my face and into base of my throat as he had done

skin and stumbled back. He chuckled darkly, the so

e demanded, holding

les around my ankles. His movements were lightning fast with the other girls but he took his time wi

h. I could feel the smaller girl watching me as the man stared at my body, gazing at me as if he could see all of me underneath my clothing and tie

He seemed to like speak

nd onto the deck. My tiny friend followed after them hesistantly, glan

ugh there was a stronger meaning to those words. He followed close beh

ed on the white sands of a beach. Beyond the sand

h girl in front of a man with skin just as pale as the man beh

ne this a thousand times before. They bent and wrapped their arms around a girl's thighs and threw her over their shoulders. Each man walked, one behind the other, onto the bridge with their cargo. The first guy was about to step into the tree l

r one of his forearms like women sometimes did with

he bridge. Then there was the sound of his boots