Excerpt:

Dodger let out a sigh, and for he first time that she could remember in what seemed forever, she opened her weary eyes to the world before her.
Immediate fear rose in her, as she did not recognize anything. She sat up, a little too quickly, and peered about the room she was in. On most days, she was lucky enough to wake up in her own room; a small one, but comfortable with a big enough bed for her to sleep comfortably on. Unlike this room, witch was large with crimson walls with gold trimming, hers was white walled, with no windows and no clock. She looked nervously about. She had never in her life seen this room before. It was so large, and nothing was immediately before her. Their was just space- lots and lots of space, with nothing to occupy it. Breath came heavy, as she tried to find something identifiable. The floor was black and white tiled, it seemed, and when she looked over the bed’s edge she could see her reflection almost perfectly.
Her heart raced as she looked back up to the wall before her when she heard a light moan that almost caused her own heart to leap from her throat and run off.
Slowly…slowly she turned her head around to see who was their.
It was some man she had never seen before in her life, tucked into the sheets. His blond hair blew gently in the breeze that came from the huge, open window, and his skin looked quite pale. Slowly and as carefully as she could, Dodger turned herself around and moved closer to him in hopes she could recognize him. She loomed over his face until she could feel his ho breath across her own.
His skin was quite pale, and he looked almost sickly. His pyjama shirt was carelessly unbuttoned-leaving her to assume was the reason and source for his illness- and his chest was left bare enough for the cool breeze to play across it. Dodger closed her eyes tight then opened them again; the man was still their, still asleep and still breathing a little hard. Not in her life had she seen such a person…
Horror crept through her heart. Her master had warned her of such an occasion.
“My little one,” He had said so warmly to her, combing her hair one night. “You are so very dear to me…I fear that one day someone might take you from me.”
That was the only explanation she could find. Somebody had taken her in her sleep from her beloved Master Demetri…. Her breaths became more heavy, and without warning, the blond man’s eyes opened.
Silence. Dodger stayed as still as she could, hands tightly gripping the crème sheets that she loomed over in hopes he would just close his blue eyes and fall back to sleep.
Nothing.
He did not move, and she did not move. They both stayed perfectly still, the blond with an odd expression of co fusion upon his face.
“What were you-”
And with that, Dodger let out a scream, jumped from the bed and ran as fast as she could out of the room, stopping only for a moment to look around at the hallway. It was long, and both ends turned the same way. She went left, her little heart pounding so loud she could feel it in her throat as tears streamed down her rosy cheeks. Someone, some horrible monster had stolen her away from Demetri and she would never be able to return to him. She ran, passing at least seven doors on either side of her before she reached the end of the hall, where she stopped once more. The hallway before her went on for what seemed to be forever before it turned once again. She looked back and let out a yelp, noticing the man had gotten out of his bed and slid on some slippers and a housecoat and had started to walk to her.
Her poor heart…
She began to run, once more, down that hallway. Doors flashed past her, along with the occasional painting and mirror, or even table adorned with flowers before she looked back to see him running as well, and gaining on her at an incredible rate. With luck, she turned the corner only to find herself before a wide open hallway. From the raining that separated her from a dangerous drop, she could see several servants bustling about, and a staircase that led down. As soon as she could hear him, she bolted for those stairs and down them as fast as she could, ignoring those that she passed on the way down.
Before her, at the bottom of the staircase….it was their. The doorway that would allow her to escape. It had to be the main door, for it was at least three times her own height, and around it were windows with a decorative tree beside it.
Freedom.
Hope.
As she touched the bottom of the stairwell, she pushed herself, harder than she had ever before, running faster than she had ever thought herself able to.
The door…
She had almost reached the door…
A hand clasped on her shoulder, causing her to loose balance and slip, spinning her around to face the blond man in time to slam against the main door and tremble as he loomed over her, his shirt still unbuttoned. He was at least an inch, maybe even two taller than her, and he had a very angry look on his- the door opened from behind her, and another scream left her lips as someone caught her from behind.
She was shaking- her eyes tightly closed, afraid to open them, scared of what monstrosity awaited her…
Slowly, carefully, she opened her eyes to find herself looking up at a much older man. He had to have been at least forty, with dark brown hair combed back neatly. He had a much sharper look to him, dressed in a suit with a jacket hanging over his shoulders.