Surviving Brooklyn (Brooklyn Series Book 1) Read Online Free
Author: Elizabeth York
seemed to scream out for help. When my attention got caught on one of the faces, he jerked the chain in an upward motion, bringing me face to face with him.
"Do you like dragons?" he asked.
Oh God, I am going to die . I was fighting for my life, struggling for air. I kicked and screamed. I would do anything for him to either end it or let me go. I fought with everything I had in me to realize that, even though the collar clung to my throat and held me up, I was not choking. Fear ravaged my brain as I thought I might already be dead and this was me facing the devil himself. Closing my eyes, I said a silent hopeful prayer.
“You are so yummy,” the demon said.
I tried to scream, but his tongue came out and pierced my lips, sliding down my throat, stopping all sounds.
This must be the final touch of my death, I thought. Except he took his tongue out and pulled my body inside out from my neck down. Staring down in shock, I could see my bones on the outside of my body. I watched as he slowly devoured each piece. I couldn’t look away as he ended my life bite by bite.
A flicker of light caught my eye. It was my heart beating behind my ribs. My soul lives in my heart. It makes me who I am. If he eats my heart, it will be the end of everything I am. I will be forgotten, a name on a tombstone no one visits. The regrets that plagued me were enough to give me a slight reprieve from what was happening in front of me.
With a man’s chuckle coming from the monster’s lips, he went for my heart. The pain was excruciating. How I was still breathing was beyond me. Agony and fire had set in. No time to wonder again about how I was alive. No time to think of regrets. There was no relief in sight when he came for me again. This couldn’t be the devil because even he would have felt empathy for what I was enduring.
My heart lit up inside his mouth as I watched him chew. Swallowing hard, he jerked me toward him with the chain still in the air. This time he was taking his time moving toward my face. The memories that flashed before me were of my childhood and made me want to weep. He was going to eat all of me until there was nothing left. Would I live in agony inside him forever, or would I die?
Life was full of choices and roads in which to wander aimlessly down. None had shown me this. It wasn’t hidden in a valley or at the peak of a mountain. Nothing could have prepared me for the intense agony I felt. Nothing could have prevented me from trying to help the blonde who threw herself to the sharks rather than be eaten by the giant flesh-eating dragon that held me up by a chain.
The agony and pain had no description as no words could describe how awful it felt. The pits of hell would have sympathized with me. I knew how every victim must have felt before he killed them and ended their pain.
The dragon chuckled and asked if I had made my peace with what was happening. I couldn’t even respond between the pain from my nonexistent body and the strain from the collar I wore. There were no words or sounds. The dragon threw his head back with a whole-hearted laugh.
“I guess this means I win. This means you won’t ever stop me.” He growled.
He moved forward so slowly, with lips curling upward to show teeth covered in blood. His mouth looked like the inside of a crocodile’s mouth. Tired of the game, he moved in such a fast motion all I could do was try to scream as he bit down on my face.
Chapter 3
“Ahh!” I screamed, fighting my blanket. I was stuck beneath the blanket. My laptop cord had me pinned down. The room was dark and the only light was shining from my laptop as it returned from its sleep mode. I finally got loose and fell to the floor. I rubbed my hands up and down my body for peace of mind that I was still there.
I looked toward the light and saw the gruesome crime scene photos. I had only been on the case for a few days, and it had already gotten under my skin. Could it be
"Do you like dragons?" he asked.
Oh God, I am going to die . I was fighting for my life, struggling for air. I kicked and screamed. I would do anything for him to either end it or let me go. I fought with everything I had in me to realize that, even though the collar clung to my throat and held me up, I was not choking. Fear ravaged my brain as I thought I might already be dead and this was me facing the devil himself. Closing my eyes, I said a silent hopeful prayer.
“You are so yummy,” the demon said.
I tried to scream, but his tongue came out and pierced my lips, sliding down my throat, stopping all sounds.
This must be the final touch of my death, I thought. Except he took his tongue out and pulled my body inside out from my neck down. Staring down in shock, I could see my bones on the outside of my body. I watched as he slowly devoured each piece. I couldn’t look away as he ended my life bite by bite.
A flicker of light caught my eye. It was my heart beating behind my ribs. My soul lives in my heart. It makes me who I am. If he eats my heart, it will be the end of everything I am. I will be forgotten, a name on a tombstone no one visits. The regrets that plagued me were enough to give me a slight reprieve from what was happening in front of me.
With a man’s chuckle coming from the monster’s lips, he went for my heart. The pain was excruciating. How I was still breathing was beyond me. Agony and fire had set in. No time to wonder again about how I was alive. No time to think of regrets. There was no relief in sight when he came for me again. This couldn’t be the devil because even he would have felt empathy for what I was enduring.
My heart lit up inside his mouth as I watched him chew. Swallowing hard, he jerked me toward him with the chain still in the air. This time he was taking his time moving toward my face. The memories that flashed before me were of my childhood and made me want to weep. He was going to eat all of me until there was nothing left. Would I live in agony inside him forever, or would I die?
Life was full of choices and roads in which to wander aimlessly down. None had shown me this. It wasn’t hidden in a valley or at the peak of a mountain. Nothing could have prepared me for the intense agony I felt. Nothing could have prevented me from trying to help the blonde who threw herself to the sharks rather than be eaten by the giant flesh-eating dragon that held me up by a chain.
The agony and pain had no description as no words could describe how awful it felt. The pits of hell would have sympathized with me. I knew how every victim must have felt before he killed them and ended their pain.
The dragon chuckled and asked if I had made my peace with what was happening. I couldn’t even respond between the pain from my nonexistent body and the strain from the collar I wore. There were no words or sounds. The dragon threw his head back with a whole-hearted laugh.
“I guess this means I win. This means you won’t ever stop me.” He growled.
He moved forward so slowly, with lips curling upward to show teeth covered in blood. His mouth looked like the inside of a crocodile’s mouth. Tired of the game, he moved in such a fast motion all I could do was try to scream as he bit down on my face.
Chapter 3
“Ahh!” I screamed, fighting my blanket. I was stuck beneath the blanket. My laptop cord had me pinned down. The room was dark and the only light was shining from my laptop as it returned from its sleep mode. I finally got loose and fell to the floor. I rubbed my hands up and down my body for peace of mind that I was still there.
I looked toward the light and saw the gruesome crime scene photos. I had only been on the case for a few days, and it had already gotten under my skin. Could it be
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