"You're trapped. There's nowhere to run now," he says triumphantly, drawing a knife.
Instead of being intimidated, she begins to laugh, doubling over.
His smile wavers, and she finally straightens up with a grin. "I have no need to run. Because you see," she gestures around the small, dimly lit room, "I'm not trapped in here with you."
Faster than he can comprehend, he finds himself somehow disarmed and pinned against the wall, his own knife being held at his throat. She whispers the rest of her declaration in his ear:
"You're trapped in here with me."
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Writing Prompts
General FictionHere are a collection of writing prompts designed by yours truly or taken from the internet. Knock yourselves out.
