The chilly October wind swept her cape wrapped around her body, sending a chill down her spine. Something is coming then her stomach clinched. A figure appeared across the street and she pulled the cape around her like a shield. Tall and dark, hidden in the shadows, he appeared to be tracking her scent with his movements. Like a cat, he slunk through the shadows, hunting her. Her heart pounded in her ears. She heard her name whispered on the wind. “Majesta…Majesta…” It kept whispering her name. Each time the name sounded she quivered. A hand on her arm brought her heart to her throat cutting off her scream. Fear paralyzed her when she looked around finding emptiness. The corset squeezed her torso, making it hard to breath. The cloak she wore clung to her drenched frame. Majestas long hip hugging skirts showed more of her full-figure than she really had intended. Is this was how the women felt in the old days, like a drowned rats? ow.ly/trHbU
Posted on: Wed, 26 Mar 2014 23:56:21 +0000
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