KILL TO KISS YOU

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One of the newer bartenders, a newcomer into the city pointed a shaky finger at you.

Nasty grins that were thrown your way made you want to puke. Your heart thundered inside your chest, stories of their leader's sadism making your head light.

As a group of men began progressing towards you, you decided to try the only option left.

You tore through the corridor, running towards the men's washrooms. the bodyguards must be there. Or you were screwed.

The sound of multiple pairs of heavy, angry steps behind you made you accelerate. Your hyperventilating breaths made it hard to hear but a few of their nauseating threats made your stomach churn violently.

Seeing the door in sight, you began screaming for help, crying and yelling for them to come out. Bursting through the door, you immediately turned to lock it behind you but your inebriated state of mind spent a second too long.

You slipped upon the floor, the smell of urine and smoke filling your nostrils. Your vision was crowded by the horde of men pushing through the door, circling around you.

Your vision went hazy with tears. It felt like your heart would burst out of your chest as one of them took out a knife, walking towards you.

He crouched down, the armed hand reaching towards you oh so slowly.

You closed your eyes in resignation, a bone-deep exhaustion overcoming your senses.

Something went splat against the side of your face. Reaching a hand up to your cheek, you opened your eyes to look at your palm and screamed. Blood.

But not your own.