Rita Ora Fan Art

Debra felt a soft tap against her cheek and heard someone say her name.
“Debra? Wake up, I didn’t hit you that hard”
Debra opened her eyes challenging and gazed in the face of her attacker. She turned her head and saw the ropes around her hand. They were both tied to the armrests of the chair.
“For what it’s worth, I’m really sorry about this” the man apologized. “I just don’t think you would listen to me if I had reproach you in a more civilized way”
“Who are you? Are you one of Joe’s followers?” Debra asked tired. She heard a movement behind her and rotated her head...

After nursing Joe’s gunshot wound Molly attended to his stab wound.
“She got you good” she whistled admiring. She took a dampened cloth and pressed it against the wound. “Any longer and you’d have gotten an infection which would’ve killed you”
Once the injury was cleaned she took needle and thread. “This might hurt a bit”
“Just…go on. Do whatever you need to do” Joe moaned, not very pleased with the prospect of having a thick needle forced through his skin, but he bit through the pain.
“You might want to remember this pain” Emma advised him, while caressing his hair....

In the months that followed Debra spent most of her time in the library. She loved to read, as long as it wasn’t anything religious.
During the nights she slept in the park, underneath a willow. That was until the park ranger busted her and chased her away. From that moment on she slept in an alley, next to a food container. Whenever she got hungry she would dig in the grave and fish something out. Most of it had already passed the expiration date, but Debra didn’t care. Food was food and she was starving.
One night, she was only in her seventh month, she started having cramps in her stomach....

Dale pulled himself of off Debra, who was staring ahead of her, completely in shock.
“If you want to you can clean yourself up” Dale suggested and he pointed at a door. “There’s the bathroom”
As in slow motion Debra put the gown back on and climbed out of bed. Shaking on her legs she walked to the bathroom. She pushed the latch down and entered the room. She closed the door and locked it.
She turned the shower on and undressed. When she got in the shower the water was painfully hot, but she didn’t care. She looked down and saw blood mixing with the water.
Still feeling dirty Debra...

At the gate there was a man waiting for them. Debra sobbed as Agnes dragged her to the gate. “Will you stop yelping already?” she snapped annoyed. She pushed her toward the man. “She’s your problem now”
“What are you going to do?” Ross asked, while he tightened his grip on Debra.
“I’m going to report to Dale. I’m sure he’ll want to know we found his little treasure” Agnes replied and she gave Debra a crabby look. “Use as little violence as possible. Dale wants her to look perfect on her birthday”
She walked to the house while Ross dragged Debra to the back of it, which...

Devastated Mike watched Debra leave with Simon. Apparently they had known each other a long time ago. Simon had said something about helping Debra escape. What was that supposed to mean? Was she an ex-convict?
Again Mike was astounded by how little he knew about his partner and again he promised he would do something about it.
But first he had to find a way out of these ropes. He started moving and twisting his left wrist. He felt his skin burning underneath the rope, but instead of going easier he picked up the pace and a couple of painful minutes his hand was loose.
He quickly untied his right...

Ryan parked his car at the dock and stepped outside. He ran to the pier towards a motor boat. On his way he’d received another call from Claire with further instructions. He had to get to a boat named Matthews. The keys would be in the ignition.
Ryan hurried into the boat and ran to the wheel. He started the boat and navigated in the instructed direction.
About thirty-seven minutes later Ryan saw a white boat and he navigated towards it. When the Matthews was right next to it, Ryan walked to the edge, stepped up and jumped. He could scarcely grab the gunwale of the boat and climbed on board....