Isabella and Antille
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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
21
Views:
1,305
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Into the Woods
Finally Antille had settled against the tree. He would sit and watch her sleep. The silence of the night would end with the ringing noise of the bugs around him. His eyes would get heavy as he would watch her. Slowly his body would slip down into a sleep, a daze. The night would swallow them both into a drift of dreams, and hopefully a restful sleep.
The night would cease into a quick shift as Antille would wake with a startle. A group of men surrounded Isabella. Two of them would have her arms.
“Let go of me,” She would scream as they tugged. One of the men would come forward. Isabella would look up to him with frightened eyes.
“No, no, please no,” She would beg. The man would rip the front of her shirt and reveal her breast. She would struggle to get free. More of the men would come around her and hold her still. The man would reach forward and grab at her breasts. All Isabella could do was spit on him. He growled and slapped her across the face.
“Digusting whore,” He would yell at her.
Antille would begin to stand and think.
(What should I do, how am I too save Isabella, what a mess we have gotten ourselves into only if I didn’t sleep).
Isabella would look to Antille with distress eyes as she would eye to the blade.
The men would turn to see what Isabella was looking at. They would laugh and chuckle. Antille quickly would grab the blade and hold it up to kill these barbarians. The men would begin to crowd him. The two still holding Isabella would watch.
“What you going to do pretty boy,” One would say while he rubbed his formed fist. Antille would lower his stance and lunge forward and spring the Riquelle down and slash the man in front of him in half. Blood would spray and pour all over the men who would stand around him.
The men around him would stand silently in shock. They would turn and begin to run. Isabella would be dropped to her knees. She would clutch to her shirt covering her breasts.
“Isabella, yo….” Was interrupted by Isabellas words.
“Give me my Riquelle,” She would order with a stern voice. Antille quickly handed it to her. Before he could ask what she was going to do she would sprint off to kill the men. He moves swift and gliding through the forest.
The night would cease into a quick shift as Antille would wake with a startle. A group of men surrounded Isabella. Two of them would have her arms.
“Let go of me,” She would scream as they tugged. One of the men would come forward. Isabella would look up to him with frightened eyes.
“No, no, please no,” She would beg. The man would rip the front of her shirt and reveal her breast. She would struggle to get free. More of the men would come around her and hold her still. The man would reach forward and grab at her breasts. All Isabella could do was spit on him. He growled and slapped her across the face.
“Digusting whore,” He would yell at her.
Antille would begin to stand and think.
(What should I do, how am I too save Isabella, what a mess we have gotten ourselves into only if I didn’t sleep).
Isabella would look to Antille with distress eyes as she would eye to the blade.
The men would turn to see what Isabella was looking at. They would laugh and chuckle. Antille quickly would grab the blade and hold it up to kill these barbarians. The men would begin to crowd him. The two still holding Isabella would watch.
“What you going to do pretty boy,” One would say while he rubbed his formed fist. Antille would lower his stance and lunge forward and spring the Riquelle down and slash the man in front of him in half. Blood would spray and pour all over the men who would stand around him.
The men around him would stand silently in shock. They would turn and begin to run. Isabella would be dropped to her knees. She would clutch to her shirt covering her breasts.
“Isabella, yo….” Was interrupted by Isabellas words.
“Give me my Riquelle,” She would order with a stern voice. Antille quickly handed it to her. Before he could ask what she was going to do she would sprint off to kill the men. He moves swift and gliding through the forest.