ACX approved Adult Fantasy
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (General)Transcript
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Stop or I'll shoot Rose, screamed, pulling the crossbow from her backpack and aiming it at the guardian's nine ft shimmering dark image Rose stumbled and fell to her knees, tearing her pale blue dress, the ribbons from her dark hair waving wildly in the wind. Luckily, this physician gave her the balance and grip. She needed to hold the crossbow, steady her arms and legs were scratched and bleeding from running through the tangled rush of the unforgettable forest. The guardian hovered inches off the ground, 20 ft in front of her. It's not my fault row stammered, shaking but never lowering the crossbow. I, I don't know how it happens. I'm a life giver. I work on a farm. She said, attempting to reason with the guardian who had stopped advancing towards her. Let me go. She shouted again as she struggled, desperately fighting against him, but she couldn't match his strength. He gave a raspy chuckle and pulled her along. The second man called from behind them, but her captor dragged her on too enthralled with his catch o The man's voice came more urgent now enough to pull even her attention. The man that held her looked over his shoulder with a snarling glare. Shake off, man. Come on, but something was wrong. His companion didn't move, Bullo. Come on. Her captor snapped. Growing impatient, but the man still didn't move. His lips trembled below the man pulled a dagger from his belt with shaking hands and brought the blade to his own neck. She paused in her fight to free herself as a creeping dread snaked through her. The next thing she knew he was flat on his back with the on straddling him and leaning forward to press a brawny forearm firmly across his throat. Ha, that was too. She began the words caught in her throat as she registered a sudden sharp pain across her throat. I had immediately reacted to the attack by producing her dagger and had the tip of the blade firmly pressed against Leoni's neck. I would slowly back off my husband if I were you. I stated in a brittle tone that promised impending bloodshed if the suggestion went unheeded, you mean my husband came a new voice from the on's other side, but she has a point. The oni gingerly turned her head to regard the new speaker drawing a bead of blood in the process as she did. So, a second, unexpected stab of pain caught her attention. A nomi had dashed forward, wrapped her arms around the on's leg and had now buried her teeth in it.