"So beautiful." He whispered breathing in my scent. My chest heaved up and down as he traced his knife down my collarbone.
"Please." I said, trembling in fear.
"Please, just let me go." He stopped what he was doing to look at me.
Chuckling, he traced his finger down the side of my face, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear, as I watched his every move carefully.
"Don't you understand?"
I looked at him in confusion and terror.
He sighed.
"I'm in love with you Leila.... and I'm not letting you go."
And that was it, I knew there was no getting out of this.
