Deviation Actions
Literature Text
You can’t move; you can barely breathe for the effort that it’s costing you and the pain that it’s resulting in. And so, you draw a deep breath, and –
“Help! Please!”
It was barely a whisper; your voice came out in a croak. Yet your throat still began to thump along in rhythm to your heartbeat.
But you can’t surrender to yourself like this; and so you clear your throat, painful as it is, and succeeded in yelling out:
“I need help! Someone, anyone, please!”
You then lay there gasping from the effort that it took, listening out for any signs of human presence.
You fully realise the consequences that this could cause; that maybe you could have used this burst of energy for something else, maybe the people on this island aren’t friendly...maybe there’s no one on this island...
Just as you begin thinking the worst, you hear scurrying from somewhere behind your head, and immediately after you find that you are no longer squinting against the sun; someone is blocking it.
You try to identify the figure crouching over you, but to no avail.
"Hey,” a soft yet deep voice, answering your prayers, articulates slowly and clearly. “Can you hear me?”
You try to croak out a reply, but by now you are exhausted, and so you feebly nod your head.
"Okay," was the soothing response, "Stay calm. Don't try to talk."
You feel something rough being gently placed on your hand which was clamped over your wound, and again you feel the same thing being placed at your head, gently positioning it so that it is straight.
You blink slowly, trying to re-focus your eyes. Gazing at the figure above you, you can make out that who-ever-it-is has a strong build and short, tufty hair. And that strong, deep voice that yet sounded so soft and reassuring...you found it easy to relax in this man's company.
"Okay," he repeated, this time sounding a little...nervous? He had a slight falter in his voice, and you soon come to realise why. He strengthened the position he had on your hand covering your wound, pressing down slightly and causing you to briefly tense-up from the shock.
"I'm going to help you stand up."
Oh God.
Remain silent and acquiesce
Try to defy him
Guess
The day she stopped trying
Trivela
This follows pg 1. You chose to cry out for help.
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One of my friends' suggested that I should have a go at writing a game-book. It is something not really pursued or accomplished on dA, so I hope I can manage to enlighten you with a new form of story.
I hope you find this new and intrigueing because believe me, I certainly do. 
Thanks guys for reading; please tell me your thoughts!