Breath Of Death

Twisted.

"You were making your way back to me Lily, I know it." He was excited. This twisted fucker thought I was her. I struggled to think of what to say. Whether or not to play into his sick game for my own safety.
"John..."
"That dress looks almost as beautiful as you are my love." Hearing those words made me wince.
"I'm not her John. She's dead."
"Stop!" He yelled.
"You aren't saying that. They told you that! They want to hurt you!" He got up pulling at his hair and running back and forth across the room.
"Please. John. Please let me go." I quietly pleaded .
   I stood up and dropped the newspaper accidentally which triggered him even more. He ran up to me and held me by the arms as he looked in my eyes frantically.
"You aren't leaving me again Lily! I won't let them hurt us!" He sat me back on the bed and went out of the room.
   I jumped up and ran to the single window across the room. Trying to pry open the latch, I failed. John busted the door open and snatched me off of it and I pulled the curtains down in the process. I yelped as he threw me to the floor and got on top of me holding onto some rope with his mouth.
   I beat his shoulders and chest and anything I could hit with my fists as he tried to contain me. But he was stronger than me. Way stronger. He flipped me over and picked me up from behind before he threw me to the bed.
"Stop fighting!"
   He held my wrists down as I struggled to get up. I put up a good fight before he managed to tie them together. He hit me in the face really hard which burned my cheek in order to get me to stop. Then he grabbed my face and pushed it into the pillow.
"I can't wait to taste you again. I know you've been waiting for me." His hot breath heated my cold skin and sent shivers down my spine.
   I screamed for him to stop as he got on top and began to lift up the dress. He pushed my legs open with his and kissed my neck aggressively. I kicked and wiggled as much as I could and then it dawned on me to use the only card I had left.
"I'm infected! Please stop I'm infected!" I yelled.
   He stopped.
"My shoulder! My left shoulder! Look!"
   He grabbed the collar of the dress and ripped it. The buttons holding it together popped off and dropped to the floor as my shoulder and breasts lay there exposed.
"Fuck."
   He got off of me and ran out the room. I scrambled to get up and managed to pull the rope off of my hands with my teeth. I wasn't quick enough though, because he came right back in and held his gun up to my throat.
   Then he fired.