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I feel like throwing up violently because of the blood as fear coursing through me. Hiccups escape my mouth and I desperately search for a way out of this club and away from that bastard.
He didn't even hesitate to kill a man who was barely alive, He's a freaking psychopath!.
I sprint through the corridors, passing VIP rooms. And it's obvious that every single one is occupied cause i can hear grunts and moaning voices from within, And that part makes my stomach turn even more.
What the hell is this situation? I sob, remembering dad always makes sure to shield me from such horrors. I've never seen so much blood in my entire life, and today my body is cover in droplets of blood.
I feel like slapping him across his face, but I failed to even raise my hand. My body doesn't react in sync with my mind in front of him. He controls it effortlessly, I feel my head spinning, and I'm frustrated and exhausted from running for twenty minutes. My legs are about to give up now.
Screw him. I'm in this state just because of him. I hate him.........But do i really?
My thoughts get all mixed up as I hear the steady footsteps echo through the air along with the scary whistling tune that makes me shiver and my heart beat fastened, my mind goes blank.
I'm aware he's trying to trick me and make me more scared. My breathing gets weird and I freeze up, unable to move. I feel trapped, like I'm in a nightmare. I try to think of a way to get away, but my legs feel like jelly.
My train of thoughts derails, and I'm ready to sprint, but my legs falter. I'm in no state to run - he knows that. He loves toying people like this; it's not the first time, I'm seeing him this much ruthless. I knew from the start that he's a sadistic bastard, but my stupid heart never listened.
If I told anyone about all this, they'd surely recommend therapy - and I'm starting to believe I need it for my unhinged mind now.
I force myself to walk, drawing on every last bit of strength. I'm not capable of running, not after drinking so much. But before I can take another step, a rough hand yanks me from behind, and my back collides with his hard chest. He covers my mouth with his strong, veiny hand, and I quake with fear.
"Shhhh, Game over kitten, don't make a sound, save it for later" he whispers against my ear, his lips touching my earlobe, and a current rushes through my body. He takes a few steps back while holding me and pulls us into a luxurious restroom.
I bite his hand harshly in an attempt to break free from this monster, but instead, he lifts me up with his free hand and stands me in front of the mirror.
