Перевели первую главу моей книги на английский!

Привет дорогие мои!

Хочу поделиться с Вами необычным (но, очень приятным) опытом, который со мной недавно произошел

Я познакомилась с потрясающей @Елена Райская, которая занимается переводом книг на Английский язык

Так что дорогие друзья, я предлагаю ознакомиться с небольшим фрагментом по моей книги "Дорога к тебе". Первый шаг к переводу всей истории и захвату англоязычного пространства сделан)

Кто готов проверить свой уровень английского? )))

The Road to You

Chapter 1

The chain tightened in the man’s hands, forcing me unwillingly toward him. Delicate, woven in an unusual and beautiful pattern, it was no thicker than my little finger, yet even harbor cables might have envied its strength.

The man began winding the chain around his hand, slowly turning his wrist. I resisted desperately, refusing to take even a single step closer to him. But my strength was nothing against his.

Seeing my resistance, he flashed an angry glare and jerked the chain harder. I stumbled forward involuntarily, taking several steps before collapsing at his feet, my knees striking painfully against the stone floor.

My skin stung sharply. I hissed softly through clenched teeth and stubbornly straightened. Endlessly weary and awkward, I rose to my feet, looking directly at the man. The cuts on my knees throbbed, sending sharp pulses through my nerves.

I simply watched him.

Without anger or hatred, without any vivid emotion. Calmly and openly.

As though it was I who held him by the chain.

Something flickered across his face.

"Submit to me," he whispered softly, his voice carrying a strange inner strain as he reached out a hand toward me. His fingers trembled. Gently, he traced the outline of my face without quite touching my skin.

"And you will be free. You’ll have everything within my power to give. Every whim, every desire of yours will be fulfilled."

His eyes held my face intently, eager to catch the slightest emotion.

He was enormous, looming over me like a cliffside. Broad shoulders, powerful muscles knotted along his arms like thick ropes. His black hair was tied back with a satin ribbon, though several strands had come loose, hanging over sharp cheekbones and only emphasizing the rugged masculinity of his face.

His chest rose deeply beneath the partly open folds of his silk shirt.

The basement was bitterly cold, and my bare feet froze against the rough-hewn stone floor. I shifted uncomfortably and continued to stare at him in silence. After so many hours alone, any desire to speak had frozen away.

I desperately wanted water.

I licked my cracked lips, feeling the fever rise in my weakened body. Heat bent my bones, twisted my muscles. But I had no intention of showing him how badly I felt.

My lips dried again, forcing me to repeat the motion.

Hungrily, he followed the quick glide of my tongue, his gaze catching on my dampened lips. The pupils of his slightly slanted yellow eyes widened sharply. He leaned forward with his entire body, drawing in my scent deeply, like a beast that had caught the smell of prey.

"I will never let you go," a low growl formed in his voice. "I will never give you to another. One day, you will submit…"

I tilted my head slightly to the side with skepticism.

If I don’t die of cold first.

Warmth radiated from him so temptingly that I wanted to press my frozen hands against him; it felt as though they would hiss like ice thrown into living fire.

He bent closer, coming so near that his gaze hypnotized my lips while he continued murmuring his threats.

But I already knew he could not touch me without my permission.

And somehow, that made the situation almost amusing.

The golden collar clasped tightly around my neck, looking more like an expensive ornament than a restraint.

But that changed nothing.