The kidnaping of Anna the cheerleader Part 4 by DevinArtUser6969, literature
Literature
The kidnaping of Anna the cheerleader Part 4
After knocking on the mistress' house door they waited for a response. After a minute she answered the door "What do you want?" "We want to know why you would not want to help us escape when you were clearly there chained up like us." "You wanna know why" "Why" "Because..." "Because wh-MMMPHH" Suddenly 2 men came up behind the two and chloroformed them. They then passed out. When they woke up they were tied to a chair. They were not gagged so they tried to scream for help. Just then she came in. "How dare you- How dare you come to my house and ask me about my personal life" "Look we were just cur-mmpphhh" She then put a ball gag on her. Jane was too scared to say a word. Just then the mistress got Anna's socks and put them in Jane's mouth. She then got Anna's panties and tied it around her mouth. "MMMPHH" screamed Anna but the mistress just left with them two sitting there. 2 Days later... It had been 2 days but for Anna it felt like a year. She had so many questions on her mind. Why
You may think that
you're nothing,
you're worthless,
you're boring,
but the beauty of
being nothing,
being worthless,
being boring,
is that you're a clean slate.
You can do whatever you like to yourself,
to be who you want to be.
You are a lump of clay,
waiting to be given shape.
You are a plot of ground,
waiting for the time to grow.
You are a clean slate,
waiting to be written on.
You have been given an opportunity
to be anything, anyone you like.
Make sure that it's someone good,
that it's someone worth being.
Olivia ‘Liv’ Deckard crossed her legs as she sat atop a bar stool, checked her makeup was perfect using her cameraphone, then snapped a couple of selfies as she deliberately sucked on the straw sticking into her diet coke. As she did so, her gaze flicked up at the sport being played on the TV screens dotted around the Booters bar, one of a select few to open in the UK. On the screen she could see a field of men playing a sport that seemed familiar somehow. One team was in white, the other dark blue. They were running full pelt at each other along a field of grass throwing an egg shaped ball from side to side. But one thing really confused her. “Hey, Sara babe, why are those guys not throwing the ball forward?” she asked loudly. “I mean look at how much space there is up the field!” I shuffled on my seat in frustration. I wanted to explain to this pampered streamer girl that this wasn’t American Football. That this was Rugby Union. That this was the Rugby World Cup, representing a game