Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for language and mature content.
Here is another preview/test/excerpt from my WIP titled CONRAD (it's still in it's earlier stages of writing so I still need to go through the thorough editing stages--> this is still the first draft!)
(TW cursing, mentions of suicide, smoking)
The woman looked up at me, from the look at her eyes she knew what I saw.
“Who the hell is that?” I yell out, the figure at the doorway tilted their head to the side in silence.
“Oh..him? Oh he’s– He’s just–” the woman was left in a jumble.
I can’t do this. “I heard you two from the other side of the door.”
The woman shakes her head and grabs my arms in a tight grasp. She was surprisingly strong.
The man remained motionless,“They’re still weak from the sedative, bring them over.” The woman started to drag me towards the door, where the man stood.
“Wait…wait please!” As much as I forced myself to keep calm, it feels like its holding at the edge and it’s tipping, plummeting down. “Let me go!” I tried to pull my arm free, but the woman held fast as she continued to drag me closer to the man.
Just don’t cry.
“We must be quick,” the woman said, letting go of one of my arms for the man to grab it. I felt my heart racing as the man pulled me away. The woman followed close behind, her eyes cold through the mask. I planted my bare heels into the stone floor, the grit skratching away my skin. The hooded man let out a frustrated grunt, in no time he lifted me up bridal and my struggles were halted. One arm arched over my legs, constricting them so I couldn’t kick out, the other arm held down my torso. My arms were held down. It was restricting and I couldn’t lean in to bite at him. The man squeezed my body as he sped through the building, leaving me breathless and unable to call out without hurting my chest.
I want to end it all right here. Just not knowing what is to come makes me want to take a blade and jam it through my throat, creating a red line of trickling blood through my neck.
But I refuse to let anything happen. I cannot let it happen.
These figures, these things.
It’s all just a nightmare. The darkness of their cloaks, the faint flickers of the candles, the thumping patter of their rushing footsteps– I will wake up and they will all be gone.
This is not real. It cannot be.
It is a nightmare, all around me is the ghoulish phantoms of my haunting dreams, this strange feeling of my past just coming back to bite.
I cannot allow it. I need to wake up.
“Schuriel will be waiting. He will be most happy to see you, Val.” said the woman, her delicate hand gliding through my hair. By this point I was dragged outside into the night. The moon was at its high, midnight. A black vehicle in front of us in full view. I squeeze my eyes shut, hoping that at the moment I open them again I will be back in my two bedroom apartment, with Cally cursing at the TV, Laura fast asleep on the couch with a cigarette in her lips, and me in bed with my laptop lighting up my room.
But there I was, still being carried by the strange cloaked man to the black vehicle in this dark forest at the dead of night.