Hey guys! Talk about blast from the past! I'm so sorry for the long hiatus. I got overwhelmed with school, which caused me to have a sort of pre-quarter life crisis, then I dropped out. Started working, re-enrolled, got swamped again, and then *plot twist* became a flight attendant! HAH! Anyway, I'm officially giving up on Melody and Kaiden (at least for now). I got really discouraged when I kept getting comments saying it was similar to LCA. Sorry to all the people who wanted to see it finished. Any who, i'm here with something completely new! I promise I will try to finish this one and not get too distracted. Chapter two is already almost done. I don't have an editor, so please be nice. There will be some trigger warnings posted. Also, the sex will be a slow build, i'm all about character development, but i'll try not to leave ya'll hanging. Love you all xx p.s I'll still be making kick ass musical references.
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Chapter 1
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Emma didn't know how long she'd been walking for, it felt like eternity. Her normal latte colored skin was dry and scaly, like a Komodo dragon. Her clothes were torn and tattered from days of sleeping in the bushes. Her bare-feet were rough, and calloused. She looked exactly how you'd expect someone to look like, on the outside, who was stuck wandering a desert wasteland, but on the inside, she felt like a motherfucking survivor. She didn't know how she'd managed to wedge herself out of the tiny window of the basement, but her mother had taught her not to look a gift horse in the mouth. All she knew was once she was out, she ran and didn't look back. She wasn't sure how long she'd been out there, or really where she was, but she knew she wouldn't turn around. She has survived on eating cactus and drinking from anything that remotely resembled water.
When she had first escaped, she saw a bunch of houses, but didn't stop out of fear of being sent back. After all, this wasn't her first escape. The very first time she had tried, she remembered being sent right back almost immediately. Her heart had sunk as she found herself shackled in the basement once again. This time, she ran until she found herself alone and despite the fact that she was scared and teetering dangerously on the tightrope of life and death, she'd rather die alone of hunger, thirst, heat stroke or of an unexpected cause of nature, than under his lecherous gaze or touch.
Emma ambled on. Emma had kept her sanity by humming, humming anything and everything. Her mother growing up had flooded their house with music, which had become a great deal of comfort in her adult life. Today, however, the humming wasn't working. Emma collapsed to the floor and broke out in dry sobs, due to the lack of liquid in her body. She sat on the blazing hot terrain and looked up to the sky, but quickly averted her gaze from the blazing hot sun.
"Please don't let me die out here, please." She chanted to no one in particular, but to the only person who matter. She sat and sobbed for a couple moments before she realized that nothing was happening. She kicked the floor and in the process, injured her leg, reigniting the pain and limp that she had procured weeks prior. She cursed the world, but decided that feeing sorry for herself wouldn't get her anywhere. So Emma did the only thing she knew how, she ambled on.
It was about an hour and a half later that Emma's luck would change for the better. She was in the middle of humming "Midnight Train to Georgia," by Gladys Knight and the Pips, when she heard a sound. It was an unmistakable sound. It was a sound that she had almost forgotten, but could never forget. Emma heard the sounds of tires on a road. She knew it was.
With a reignited fire under her ass, she ran, albeit with a limp, allowing only her senses to direct her. Low and behold, she found the road. She couldn't see any cars in the nearby vicinity, but finding the road was the equivalent of Michelangelo painting The Sistine Chapel. Finding the road was a better feeling than winning The Olympics, winning the lottery, or a screaming orgasm. Better yet, finding the road was like orgasming while accepting all the gold medals in The Olympics, while simultaneously finding out that you won The Powerball.
Emma walked down the road like Dorothy following the yellow brick road. Her feet where burning on the asphalt, and she was pretty sure she stepped on a piece of glass but she couldn't careless in that moment. With a fresh set of determination, Emma followed the road until she found, at first what she thought was a mirage, but soon, was completely overjoyed to find out was totally real. A gas station.
She practically ran to the door, exasperated and out of breathe, but resolved nevertheless to escape this hellhole and finally rid herself of this nightmare. When she reached the door, she took a deep breathe and yanked at the handle. Only to be greeted with resistance. She panicked but settled when she saw movement inside. She made brief eye contact with a man. This was the first person she had encountered in days and he looked — definitely not friendly, but she'd come too far to give up.
"Excuse me," she hollered repeatedly as she tapped on the window.
