WANTED

Excuse me to any misters and madams, but we are in need of your help.oak a. now that i have your attention...we need a title!

Alice and i have written quite a collection of novels, and our most recent lives without a name.We need your help! *Dora the Explorer moment...*

The novel's about a young woman who, desperate to make something of her life, is kidknapped to a camp. But this definatly isn't summer camp on the ranch. Hilary is forced against her will to become a sexual slave, forced to leave behind her family, friends, and boyfriend Landon. Day by day, the doses of tourture become worse and worse, but the plot changes when she realizes that she may be falling for the leader of the manipultation. Christian, a very sexy [and sexual] villian, bestows upon her riches she could only dream of, but is that enough to win her heart? How long is Hilary to be held prisoner at this immoral hell? a week. a year. or a life time?

woo hoo guys- excerpt!

Day 1:I don't know how i got here, but i did. There's no light except the blinking green dots that are watching me, and as my eyes focus from their blurry haze, i could make out the candelight silloutte of someone kneeling in front of me. I dont know what it was, but their laughter pierced my stomach and made me sick. I felt his hand on my thigh moving smoothly as if rehearsed or practiced, and he let out a dazzeling smile, "The name's Christian." There is a moisture on my back, probably from the cold brick wall behind me. A cold, mist-like draft eased over my hand and myteriously bare feet. I realized i wasnt wearing anything but my undergarments and an oversized, grungy tshirt. I could feel the goose bumps rising from my skin. A myterious feminine voice chimed in from beside me, "You better answer him. More silence means more punishment." I could make out the faint outline of something flying across the room, "Shut up Harlie. No one asked you!" The only thing i hear is the squeaking of a boxspring mattress as the slim silloutte now known as Harlie slinked towards the wall, and a steady beeping in the background. I finally spoke, "What's that noise?" My voice was cracky, tired, and strained. I wondered how long I'd been here. A flourecent red light flickered on in the far corner. I can now see everyone's faces, but barely. I saw my phone opened up and on speaker phone bolted to the wall surounded by a glass box. The beeps were my ringtone and i could faintly make out the letters M-O-M on the call screen. "Can i get it?" i asked desperately, but as i tried to stand up, he pushed my shoulders to the wall and breathed heavy, hard breaths on the nape of my neck. I struggled, but it was no use. The beeps continued.

"Hey, you've eached Hilary! I can't come to the phone right now so leave your name and number so i can reach you and i'll get back to you ASAP."

BEEP!

"Hey Hil, it's mom. I know things got a little rough the other night, and i understand why you're mad, but i just wanted to make sure you're okay. I mean, I know you disappear alot, but you're normally home by now. It's been, like, four days. So call me back so i can make sure you're okay. Alright sweetheart? I love you and i will talk to you later. Allright, bu-bye."

I slid my weight on the wall, back to the floor. My lips barely moved as i mumbled, "What do you want from me?" I heard Harlie's voice again, spunky and inspiring, "It ain't ransom, honey. You don't even want to know." I remained silent as i saw a light flicker on the side of the blade of a knife. Christian stabbed the knife into the wooden table to his right with all his force, grunting angrily. He spun on his heel, pulled the blade out, and stomped out the door. I remained silent as i listened to the six dead bolts lock simotainiously on the other side of the door, the side that i infer equals freedom.

Oak a, guys. send in any suggestions into my comments please and thank you. Muchly appreciated.
Love,
Tiff and Alice.♥ ♥