Tess' point of view:
It's about twelve p.m, and I know Harry must be sleeping at this very moment. I turn around to face him on the king sized bed. Yes, I am sleeping with my abductor in bed; however, it's only because he refuses to leave me by myself. (Afraid I'll try to escape or something).
His eyes are shut, and I breathe out in relief. Okay, Tess, you could do this. I tiptoe out of the bed and into the hallway, then down towards the kitchen. I look through the drawers until I find the utensils. Just what I need; knives. God, I feel like a serial killer right now.
I grab the butcher knife, and then head over to the hotel door. Okay, you could do this, Tess. Open the door, and leave, My subconscious tells me. I turn the knob, and then an alarm goes off all throughout the room. Fuck. I try the knob again, and the noise only gets louder.
I gasp when I realize how smart Harry is; you needed to type in a code to leave the hotel room. Shit! In a matter of seconds, Harry is nearly in front of me, shooting daggers.
"Are you fucking serious?" He asks angrily, then glances at the knife in my hand.
"Let me go," I demand, and point at the door. Maybe this'll work.
"What are you going to do? Stab me?" He asks amusingly.
"I-If that's what I have to do, then yes," I say, not sounding confident whatsoever.
"Do it."
"What?"
"Stab me," He tells me, with all seriousness.
Okay, well, I didn't expect him to be so eager. I hold the knife tightly in my hand, and close my eyes for a second, then when my eyes peer back open, I aim towards his chest, but stop midway. I couldn't do it. I just couldn't do it.
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serial killer / hs
FanfictionI cannot escape I cannot hide I lock my thoughts and fears inside. I look again, and now I see The evil eyes approaching me. My legs are ripped; my arms are torn My conscience weak; my soul is worn I think aloud, "Why must this be...
