I lay awake at night, my eyes drifting to my door from time to time. I'm afraid to close them, even for a singular second. He might wrap his hands around my throat if I did happen to close them, which I won't.
I almost look dead... At least, thats what my mother says. She doesn't believe me. I try and tell her he comes when the sun sets and everything is hushed over by a still silence. Again, she tells me I'm insane from the lack of sleep I'm getting.
My eye's snap open as a hear a low creak near my door, a shadowy figure hovering against the frame. I'm frightened. I want to hide but I know its useless. How could I have let my eyes drift close? I just dug my own grave.
I open my mouth to screech but he's already upon me, hand gripping my mouth tightly as he leans down. I shudder as he emits a breathy chuckle down my neck. "How's it hangin' sweetheart?"
I whimper and immediately wet myself, warm piss puddling beneath me as he nibbles on my neck gently, his stubble tickling me in the process. I was exhausted and cold. I couldn't fight back. I just wanted to rest.
Soon both of his hand's were around my neck, lifting me up from my piss stained bed. I grasp onto his arm's as he slowly chokes me, my wheezing and whimpers filling the room. My vision is blurry now, everything's fading away. Is this how I end? By the hands of someone I don't even know?
I whine again as his cold eye's stare at me in silent fury. I attempt to struggle out of his grasp one last time before everything turns black....
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Unstable
HorrorJay was a simple girl. She did what she was told and was always kind. Its better to be hurt than to hurt others. Of course, this all changes when someone breaks into her house. Repeatedly getting kidnapped and tortured can really have an impact on o...