Thought you would like to read the beginning of Kings Payload. Any comments are appreciated. Thanks, Renne' PS I have been working on the book in between the Children's books.
The Kings Payload's Prologue
I gasped for air, frozen in fear, unable to defend myself. Hands grasped around my neck squeezing viciously.
Pain emanated through my body. I tried to speak, to shout, “Help me, don’t kill me.”
I didn’t want to die. Fighting for my life, both my hands formed fists and began beating against the unknown force. I thrashed back and forth, as my eyes bulged from the threatening attack. Terror had taken over as I tried to scream, but could not. The rough hands tightened even more ferociously. The stranger continued to strangle me. My life was ending. I smelled the executor’s hot pungent breath and felt the dripping sweat against my naked body.
Struggling for a gulp of air, I opened my mouth trying to make a sound, anything that would resemble a scream. My extremities fought kicking and hitting to defend myself. Tears streamed from my eyes causing the salt to burn my chapped lips. I trembled, unable to speak, and then my fight was gone. Exhausted I could not move, paralyzed in fear.
My fight for survival told me I could not give up. I then fought to protect myself. I was barely able to grab the perpetrators hands. I struggled for one last breath. I was going to die.
Suddenly, to my surprise the assault stopped. Startled, I surveyed the stateroom through blurry eyes, searching for the executor. I saw a form that was white from the head down but the face was black. I could not distinguish any features.
The shadowy form stayed lurking in the early morning day light. Then the taunting voice bolstered, “You will die with a gruesome death by my hands. Death to you and to the one you love. This will happen when you least expect it, but you can count on it. You will die.”
The Kings Payload's Prologue
I gasped for air, frozen in fear, unable to defend myself. Hands grasped around my neck squeezing viciously.
Pain emanated through my body. I tried to speak, to shout, “Help me, don’t kill me.”
I didn’t want to die. Fighting for my life, both my hands formed fists and began beating against the unknown force. I thrashed back and forth, as my eyes bulged from the threatening attack. Terror had taken over as I tried to scream, but could not. The rough hands tightened even more ferociously. The stranger continued to strangle me. My life was ending. I smelled the executor’s hot pungent breath and felt the dripping sweat against my naked body.
Struggling for a gulp of air, I opened my mouth trying to make a sound, anything that would resemble a scream. My extremities fought kicking and hitting to defend myself. Tears streamed from my eyes causing the salt to burn my chapped lips. I trembled, unable to speak, and then my fight was gone. Exhausted I could not move, paralyzed in fear.
My fight for survival told me I could not give up. I then fought to protect myself. I was barely able to grab the perpetrators hands. I struggled for one last breath. I was going to die.
Suddenly, to my surprise the assault stopped. Startled, I surveyed the stateroom through blurry eyes, searching for the executor. I saw a form that was white from the head down but the face was black. I could not distinguish any features.
The shadowy form stayed lurking in the early morning day light. Then the taunting voice bolstered, “You will die with a gruesome death by my hands. Death to you and to the one you love. This will happen when you least expect it, but you can count on it. You will die.”
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