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Forever - Labrinth
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Oh,
I'll live forever
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"How in the fuck do you know me dear?" He whispered against my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my whole body.
I shuddered under his breath, quietly weeping. I tried moving myself from his grasp, but this 6'7 man overpowered me in every possible aspect.
"Please just let me go." I choked out. His grip only tightening around my wrists, I can feel myself slowly losing blood circulation in them from how hard he was holding me down.
"I'm sorry! Just please let me go! I'm scared of you! Y-You scare me so much!" His expression softened, but only for a second. It was almost as if he felt sympathy, but me knowing him so well from the franchise I know that, that man is not capable of such a thing. It's only his way of manipulating his victims. I couldn't allow myself to succumb to that. I just couldn't.
"Tell me how you know me and I actually might just let you leave here alive. You better tell me every god damn thing. How in the fuck do you know about a crime I haven't even committed yet." He said softly, his mouth still centimeters from my ear.
When the last sentence escaped his lips, my eyes shot open.
'He hasn't committed the crimes yet, he's still innocent right now. He hasn't killed those poor unfortunate souls yet.
I-I could stop him from ever becoming the man that he does.
I could stop him from committing those atrocious sins.
I could save those kids.
I could save Michael.
I could save Elizabeth.
I could save Charlie.
I could save Clara.
I could save Henry.
Oh my god, I could save them all.
Just how?'
Without thinking rationally, I turned my head biting his ear as hard as I could. He yelled out in pain. I made a run for the door, but before reaching it he grabs me by the back of my dress yanking me towards him, throwing me across the chairs that littered the restaurant. I tumbled over hitting my head against the end table. I cried out holding my head. Slowly trying to pick myself up, he rushes over and kicks me in my stomach. I coughed out in pain, throwing up.
"God I'm going to enjoy killing you. It's funny, you had me so figured out but you never would've imagined that my first victim would've been you dear." He said while chuckling to himself, his voice masked in a euphoric tone.
I tried so desperately to pick myself up, he marched over to me, towering over me.
He waited.
The sick bastard actually waited for me to get to my hands and knees, he gave me a fake sense of hope that I could gather myself and get to my feet. He loved seeing me struggle. He loved seeing me fight. He was getting some kind of twisted pleasure while watching me stand up for myself, or struggle in this matter.
