Posted in Posted by Jane Austen

 Jane felt her heart drop down to her toes, never in her life had she fainted, but she felt pretty close to it right now. The rough hand over her mouth loosened when she bit hard on it. A deep muffled groan escaped the lips of her captor and a whispery, pain-filled voice reached her ears. “If you don’t scream, I’ll let you go.”  Jane jerked her head up and down, wanting to breathe again. She was shoved into a pitch-dark room across the hall and heard the door close behind her.

 Jane waited to see if she was alone, but she could not see her own hand in front of her! She stood quietly for a second and could hear someone breathing besides herself.  Immobile with fear, she waited, unmoving and motionless. She waited, but nothing happened. Jane lightly cleared her throat.  It seemed that perhaps that was not the finest idea she had so far that night, when her vanquisher took two steps towards her. Jane tried to convince herself that now would not be a good time to faint.

Until next time,

~ Jane Austen ~