She backed up into a wall. No where to go. No place to hide. Panic was the correct word for her mental state. Her heart pounded loud, fast and hard. She was scared for her life. "This is how it will end" she thought while closing her eyes feeling tears on her cheek.
"Where are you? Come out come out wherever you are! " A man sang in the other room. She looked around the room once again trying to figure out an escape plan. The mans shadow got larger on the stone floor by the doorframe. "Shit" She grabbed the closest thing to her hoping it could be used as a weapon.
He stood by the door now with a big sinister smile. She stood so incredibly still hoping he couldn't see her in the dark room. Her fast breath gave her away. He walked into the room playing with a knife in his hand.
"You know I hate it when you cry" he said with an angry voice. "This definitely is not the man I know. He wouldn't even hurt a fly" but it's the sad truth.
As he got closer she saw her life pass by her, accepting her future.
"This is it, it's the end"
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Eyes on fire
RomanceHis eyes were like fire watching her move her skilled fingers. He had the city in a death grip, not her, never her. He could set the world on fire but never let a flame touch her. She's his, only his, and he won't share her with no one. - Emma Joha...
