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Snap! Went the twigs and I knew he was near. I have to get out of here and presto. I thought to myself.
I knew it was stupid of me to stop but my lungs were on fire. I pick up the pace and continue running into the darkness.
Apart from my erratic breathing it is silent, too silent. I would not let myself be deceived into thinking he had given up so I forge on. My body is in protest but u still keep on running.
My vision begins to get blurry and I know that he's catching up. I am going down but not without a fight. I think to myself. I stop near the rock that I'm at least familiar with as I think of what to do next. Then it hit me, my silver pocket knife! I reach for it but it's missing.
"Oh no no no no! This can't be happening! "I mutter to myself. Just then his maniacal laughter reverberates through the forest. His commanding presence charges the air all around me. I am mortified. I can't see him but I know he's close.
"I'm not afraid of you! "I yell.
"Oh but you should be little girl. You have no idea what I could do to you. " he says .
"Oh really. "I counter trying to buy as much time as I could as I back tracked only for me to run into a hard sinewy body as he caught my waist in a death grip.
If I weren't totally mortified I would probably be enjoying the way my body perfectly fit into his as if I was made for him.
"Looking for this? "he asks holding up my knife before me. "What we're you going to do? Stab me? "he said as he pressed it down along my collarbone drawing blood.
He kissed down my neck up to my collar bone gently sucking, and nipping, and licking the blood. I stood there trying not to show how affected I was. The moon came out from behind the clouds and there was a loud buzzing noise all around. And then he dangerously yet seductively whispered.
"I'm about to teach you a lesson you'll never forget little girl..."
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Short StoryI watched him pull the trigger, blank.... There was only two of us left either me or the guy next to me. It was never the last guy. He tosses me the gun. My palms are sweaty, I could barely maintain my grip. "Fucking pull the trigger! "I hear someo...
