PREY

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The world is always cruel to the weak and kind. But why? What did those poor souls do to anyone? They just want to live an ordinary peaceful life. This question is asked by one girl everyday. She's currently standing in front of her mirror in a dark room covered with curtains.

Her hands are shaking, and she's crying from her blue diamond orbs that make her stand out the most. She's in a tough spot. Her short black hair are a complete mess, she's wearing a big hoodie over her bare legs which is covering her body that has been marked by many, many disgusting men.

She breaks down on her knees and punches the ground that is covered with soft carpet. She suddenly hears a motorcycle stop in front of her house and her heart drops. Slowly, she goes to her window and takes a peek to see who it might be and it's none other than him. That long blond hair, those black orbs, it's really him, and he found her!

She immediately backs off and covers her mouth in fear, in her mind she's thinking "oh, if only I didn't leave..." But what did she leave, and why? Why is she crying? Why is she scared?

BANG!

The door to her house is kicked open, the man's emotionless black orbs are searching through the house as he holds a gun in his hand. He searches every corner in the first floor but can't find her. He clicks his tongue in annoyance and then averts his gaze onto the wooden stairs.

DHUCK... DHUCK... DHUCK...

The sounds of his feet as he climbs the stairs. He can see a door right in front of him, his suspicion is growing stronger and stronger. He loads his gun just in case and barges into the room to see... nothing.

BADUM...... BADUM...... BADUM......

Her heart will pop out any second as she's hiding under the bed with her mouth covered. He searches in the closet and finds nothing, he searches in the bathroom and no luck again. He frowns and goes to the window and opens the curtain, the light from outside flashes inside her room, he takes a look around the neighbourhood and then turns his gaze to the door.

He wants to leave but his heart says otherwise, he knows that she's around here somewhere, but where? He gives up and sighs. He walks to the door but stops and turns his face around to look at the bed that's perfectly made. He's slowly walking to the side of the bed and this feeling is growing stronger and stronger. It's like he's about to hit the jackpot.

He looks under the bed and behold, the prey has been found. It's like a scene from a horror movie, where the victim is balling their eyes out from under the bed and suddenly, the killer finds them.

"Found you." His big hand grabs her ankle and pulls her out as she screams for her dear life. She grabs onto the carpet but what good will come with that, she's nothing against that man. "Don't move." He sits on her legs and points the gun at her head.

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