Message-ID: <1781eli$9706291354@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: James Lawson Subject: Secon Chance-The director's cut-Part One Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: If you are under 18 or are not allowed to read this in your area, please don't. Otherwise, enjoy the story. Author's note: When I first posted this story, I had just come home from a bad day at work. After some time to reflect, I decided to do a "director's cut" of this story. There are some things I wanted to change and expand on. If you've read this before, give it another try. Now, on with the story. She awoke with a gasp. As the adrenaline pumped through her body, all of her senses were magnified. Lying still, she slowly looked around and took everything in. There were no restraints on her, and her nakedness was covered by a blanket. She was cold and slightly damp, and her wrist were sore, along with other aches on her body. Thunder crashed outside, with rain pelting the roof. "I'm in a house or apartment." she thought. "Lying on a bed or couch." She looked over at a lighted area and saw a tall, well-built man in the kitchen doing something. Seeing this caused recent events to play in her mind. Her name was Catherine Sartre, 23. About seven months ago, her and her parents had been in a car wreck. She had survived when a man pulled her from the wreckage. Unfortunately, this man had plans on using her as a slave. Catherine had endured countless beatings and rapes as he tried to break her will, causing her to nearly give up a reason to live. One night, he had gotten extremely drunk and tied her to the bed, preparing to beat the resistance out of her after he watched TV. Falling into a drunken sleep, the cigarette in his hand fell into a pile of newspapers and started a fire. Catherine smelled the sharp smoke and her survival instinct took over; she had to escape now or die in the fire. Noticing the keys to her manacles were on the nightstand next to the bed, she strained with all her might to reach for her freedom. Blood seeped slowly from her wrists as she grabbed the keys and frantically worked on freeing herself. Catherine smiled for the first time in months as she unlocked the cuffs and got out of the bed. Unfortunately, heat was eminating from the door. There was no way to get some clothes, so naked, she opened the window and ran off into the night, never looking back. To be continued, with part two coming soon. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /