Chapter 1
It couldn't all end this way. Could it?
She had been trying so hard her entire life to fit in, ti belong, to be someone... and it all was about to blow up in her face.
Standing in front of her was an asshole with a knife. All those steamy romance books she'd read had convinced her this scenario, if it ever occured, would be hot. That her granny panties she had thrown on when it turned out to be laundry day would become damp and he would end up with a sexy voice and a giant cock.
Not. The. Case. At. All
No. This fucker was skinny, twitchy, and smelled like a port-a-potty left out in the sun next to a Taco Bell. Aside from being scared shitless, Rose wanted to blow chunks all over his tattered Nikes.
"Just give me your bag and I won't hurt you pretty lady," the man stated and he inched his way closer to her, forcing her to step back further into the alleyway.
"I don't exactly believe that," Rose admitted... out loud. Ah shit... that was supposed to stay in m head, thought Rose.
The man (creature) chuckled, sniffed, and twitched.
"You're probably right - you are just too beautiful to let walk away now."
Rose knew she wasn't ugly, but she wasn't a looker either. At 180ish lbs and 5 foot 6 inches, she didn't meet the height requirements (or weight) to be a model. Her medium length, wavy reddish brown hair was currently in dire need of a cut, and her nails were flaking off after and a days wear. In her defense... her chest and ass carried most of the weight. All the right curves in all the right places... on the awkward girl.
As the man kept coming closer, Rose started to think over and over ... are you kidding me?
"I don't think it would be wise of you to get any closer to what does not belong to you," came a deep voice from the shadows behind the man. The man spun around and Rose started with a "What the...." before her attacker's blood sprayed her in the face like a bad facial.
