Michael
The man with gas mask, still hasn't moved. It's been 3 hours. A since of fear washes over me as he steps closer to the door, and slowly grips the handle. What is he doing? The light in my room suddenly goes out, with a spark. "Shit!" I yell and stumble backwards. My hands search for the wall behind me, but instead I go to lean back and I fall straight on my ass. Why did the lights go out? I feel a hand on my neck, and the arm lifts me up by my throat. "Gah!" I say as he throws me towards the now open door. I land on my stomach, which knocks the wind outta me. He stomps over to me, I see his eyes through the helmet he's wearing. They're red. "The fuck..." I whisper to myself. He kicks me in my side, and I let out a scream of pain. Am I going to die? Is he going to kill me? These things run through my head as I get kicked again.
And again.
And again.
Eventually, I cough up some blood. And my vision blurs.
He's going to kill me.••••
Sorry, sorta short chapter. Ily guys. Hope you're enjoying this! Sorry haven't updated for a while, don't worry I haven't forgot about this(;
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