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She was definitely a striking woman but as soon as she walked in he could tell she felt uneasy. She froze as the acrid stench filled the air, assaulting her nostrils and her throat with its foul flavour.

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Introduction

The streets and doorknobs were covered in a thin film of cold, crisp ice that had settled there through the night. The bitterness was unforgiving. The barman looked up at the granite sky feeling exhausted as the mizzling rain trickled down his bald head. The clouds were low and hairy in the skies, like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes. Although it was his turn to serve, he had to free himself from the overcrowded bar. It was like a bee hive, but made up of people. Silence was his only companion. Working endless hours in there was unbearable. The hideous smell of sweat slithered its way out through under the doors calling him back in as numerous people stormed in looking for shelter, the rain had suddenly intensified. The branches of trees had changed from swaying gently in the breeze to almost snapping as the birds flew away into the night. A storm was on its way and out side was the wrong place to be. He had just sneaked out to take a breather only to be called straight back in. The bar was buzzing. ...read more.

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To his surprise, she wasn't the usual type he'd expect to be there; in fact she was totally the opposite. She stood out like a sore thumb. The first thing that hit him was her luscious locks of dark, slightly wavy hair that dropped just below her shoulders. She looked around her early twenties, her crystal blue eyes and defined jaw bone combined with her elegant posture made his legs jelly. She was definitely a striking woman but as soon as she walked in he could tell she felt uneasy. She froze as the acrid stench filled the air, assaulting her nostrils and her throat with its foul flavour. Not use to being surrounded by barbaric men filling their insides with endless pints of beer, she immediately sat down. The barman looked around. He saw an old man sitting in amazement, his eyes dancing to the woman's every step and it was only a matter of time before he made his move towards the angel like figure. As she sat down cautiously, the man's large, imposing shadow was reflected on the table over her petite body. ...read more.

Conclusion

The silence between them was interrupted as the helpless woman tried to free herself from the grasp of the beast. He was squeezing her so tightly; she could pass out at any moment. Her eyes began to close. Blackness swirled around her. Her heart pounded faster every second as her weak efforts to try to escape failed. She was desperate. As soon as the barman knew she was in trouble, he vaulted over the counter knocking over a few bottles of whiskey as he attempted to save her from the man. Struggling to get through, he brushed aside others causing chaos at the bar. Finally he was in touching distance of the woman. He pulled out his hand in an attempt to snatch the woman and put her out of her misery only to be beaten to it. A mysterious hand appeared on the scene. Connected to a muscular arm, it separated the pair with a single swipe. It was as precise as an eagle following its prey. It ended abruptly. A man took her outside the bar as the barman glanced through the window seeing the two walk away into the distance. ...read more.

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