The Beast of Bath- A dark regency fairytale
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
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They left the safety of the park, creeping through alleys and muse until he found what he was looking for. The small skiff would get them across the river quickly. In the bottom of the tiny boat was a blanket, none too clean and smelling worse for it. Still, she was freezing, tossing it to her. He noted that her maiden Lee sensibilities seemed to have fled in the face of pragmatism. She draped the blanket around her, shielding her charms from his view. Who are you? She asked again, dipping the Poland of the water. He propelled the boat toward the opposite shore, using slow and study emotions. It barely made a sound as a cut through the water. Is that important? He fired back. His voice pitched low. Yes, she responded emphatically. It is. How do I know that I haven't just traded one horrible fate? For another, that is something you may never know, he replied. She would not be put off without an answer from everything he had seen of her. She had remarkable tenacity. The truth should he utter it would change everything. Would she run screaming from him? Would she decide that whatever fate awaited her at the hands of her would be abductors was preferable to being in his clutches. Forging ahead, he tossed out the statement almost in challenge. I am nor cross, but you may know me better as the beast off bath.