Blood poured from her delicate fingers as she scratched at the wooden door, trying to break free. From the other side she could hear a bellowing laugh and what she assumed was mocking, though the language and accent were both alien to her. Every scratch and every whimper echoed in this tiny dungeon, the kind her father had told her about where the bad people of Satan went.
Seeing that she was getting nowhere she fell to the floor, her back leaning against the now slightly splintered wood, as she tended to her bloody hands. Wiping them across the white dress she had been wearing when she was taken, she now looked as though she had taken part in a murder.
Curling up in a ball, choking back sobs, her father’s voice echoed in the back of her mind. “Never forget there is hope for everyone. No matter how small it is, it’s there.” Now it seemed to her that those words were just garbage her dad had told her to make her feel better when she cried. There was no hope left.
Above her she was aware of a twinkling light that startled her out of her reminiscing. Looking up she saw a beautiful man, towering over her with his hand outstretched. His blonde hair fell gently around his soft, smiling face, and his muscular arms seemed safe and warm.
Standing slowly, she could not draw her gaze away from his sparkling blue eyes that were easy to lose all your worries in. She could not deny that overall, this mesmerising figure was gorgeous. But as she stood she noticed something that surely should’ve been the first thing she saw. Shimmering around him was a thin layer of white light, and it encased his whole body so perfectly, leaving no part of him uncovered.
“Who are - ?” She began to ask but the man pressed one finger gently to his full lips before pointing to the scratched door she had been clawing at. That’s when she remembered the foreign man outside the door who had been mocking her and noticed how any question would have to wait if he was not to notice.
Looking back his hand was once again outstretched and for some reason she could not resist taking it in hers, it was so inviting and the only form of love she’d received in the past 3 days.
Taking her hand, he smiled broadly at her, his straight white teeth showing just for a second before leaves began falling around them and her feet felt like they were hanging from a great height. Peering down she realised they were as she was sat in one of the highest branches of an oak tree near the village she was from. Her hands were no longer hurt and her white dress was cleaner than when she had bought it.
“My name is Charles” a voice said softly. She had not noticed the beautiful man had been sat next to her on the branch.
She blushed as she mumbled “I’m Katherine”.
“I know” Charles said, his deep voice was just as perfectly unblemished as his appearance.
“How do you know me?” Katherine began to ask but just as before he hushed her and she felt compelled to do as he said.
“I have searched for you Katherine. And I will continue to save you from whatever it may be. But for now I regret I must leave you for another matter must be attended.” His eyes looked full of sorrow as he placed his hand lovingly to her pale cheek. His tanned skin was a greatly different to hers, much like everything else.
Her eyes were a dark, muddy brown and her pale skin was sprinkled with freckles. Brown curls fell elegantly to her tiny waist. Charles’ eyes were brilliant blue, his tan skin was unmarked. His blonde hair framed his baby face and his muscular frame over powered her own.
“I will come back for you” He whispered before brushing his full lips gently with hers. However, as the tingle and heat lingered deep inside Katherine’s heart, Charles had gone, leaving no trace he had ever been there and nothing but a kiss to promise his return.
I'm looking forward to reading more of this. The only thing, is that you should check your sentence structures, because they can be a little confusing.
