Prisoner of His Heart [Dark Zayn Malik Fanfiction]

Prisoner of His Heart

As much as I wanted to blame it on my bad luck, I knew it was my fault. I knew this was their territory, yet I was still stupid enough to lurk around there at night. And now they were after me.

This was it; my time on earth was over. “Bella you’re going to die”, I thought bitterly to myself. My legs were starting to give up from the burning sensation in my muscles from over-working them; but I knew I had to keep on running. If I wanted to live, I had to keep going. I was almost at the end of the street, and I could see the street lights. I let out a breath of relief. I made it, I was going to-

“Where do you think you're going sweetheart?” he said from behind me.

My whole body froze in fear. I couldn’t breathe, and it felt as if my heart had stopped beating. I felt his cold hands roughly turn me around so I was facing him. I opened my mouth to let out a scream for help, but before I could even make a sound, he clamped his hand over my mouth.

“Don’t make a sound, and I might let you live”, he said coldly.

I closed my eyes, in hopes that I didn’t have to see him tear me apart, limb by limb. Tears of fear and anger were running down my face, and I prayed to God to end my life right then and there.

Please God, let this be the end of all the torture.