ME AND MY DANCE

Chapter 1

Chapter 1:- The Mysterious Man.

"Do you really think I would let you go? Never. You are going to pay for what you made me go through, even if it means sucking the life out of you. I am going to keep trampling on you till you run out of air," the man said with a scary expression on his face.

She began to shiver, hearing those words can make anyone pee on his/her pants.

The man was tall, heavily built, with a big scary scar on his face across his cheeks. That scar! How could she forget it? As she stared into his eyes, she could see danger boldly written in them. His eyes were throwing her daggers.

Staring at the man, she became pale. Why did he have to be this scary?

"What does he want from me?" She thought.

She kept moving backwards, afraid of being hurt by this man.

After some moments of unfriendly silence, she spoke up, trying to hide her fear. "What do you want from me?"

The man laughed wickedly at her and said. "Little girl, you are having some confidence, aren't you?"

The man began to move closer to her, this made her to immediately grab an object, not even minding what it was.

"Don't. Don't. Don't come any closer, or I will make you regret it," she said pointing the object at him, realizing it was a knife.

The man's laughter didn't seize, instead, he laughed harder. This made Damilola even more scared.

"Little girl, you definitely can't do that, you wouldn't want to stain your hands with blood, would you? Come on give the knife to me. I am pretty sure you don't want to be a murderer," he said moving closer to her, stretching forth his hands to receive the knife.

"Ahh Ahh ahh", Damilola laughed, surprising not just the man in front of her, but herself. "Do I look like a toddler to you? Do I look like someone that can be manipulated easily? Even a child can't be so dumb to give the knife to you, not to talk of me," she said pushing her fear as far as it not giving her away.

"Don't move any closer, don't try me. I can't be trifled with. So, I would advice you not to try me", she said trying to make her face glow with confidence.

When the man noticed her newly found confidence, he began to struggle for the knife in her hands. In the process, he got her skin torn. Blood began to gush out of her right arm, where she had been cut. The presence of this man made her more scared. For him to have hurt her like this, he could even kill her. His face exhibited more anger, this urged her to move backwards. Even though she knew that she was done for and there was no hope of her escaping from him, she couldn't help but hope for a miracle. Mere looking at this man, she knew that he was of no good. What could she do? She was in a cage with a tiger and there was nothing she could do but wait to be eaten up or probably pray to be saved miraculously.

The man moved closer to her, anger and rage boldly written on his face. This man was so scary right now. As he moved closer to her, he exhibited a cold and scary aura. All of a sudden, the house became extremely hot. She began to sweat profusely. He didn't look like he would be satisfied if he doesn't hurt her.

"Oh, God! Where are you?" She asked in thoughts.

Noticing the fear he had imbibed in her, the man became exceptionally happy and began to laugh wickedly, moving closer and closer to her. She tried as much as possible to move far away from him, taking two steps backwards. Suddenly, she felt her leg hit something extremely hard, making her lose her balance. She closed her eyes with the intention of being relieved of the pain she would feel, when she fell. Surprisingly, she landed on something soft. That was when she came to the realization that she was pushed to her room and was lying on her bed.

The man walked up to her bed, climbed on top of her and began to caress her body. Kissing every part of her body, deeply, spending enough time on each part, like he wanted to enjoy every moment.

On getting to her neck, he retreated. This took her by surprise.

"Why did he stop?" She asked herself.

Maybe he has decided to let her be.

Unfortunately for her, she was just over thinking. What was she thinking? A man that scary definitely wouldn't let her go just like that. Instead, he re-innovated his style of torturing her.

He placed his hands on her neck and began to strangle her. He tightened his grip on her throat, making her cough rapidly, longing for air. He made his grip on her throat tighter and tighter, as she struggled to free herself. The more she tried to free herself, the tighter his grip was on her neck. All efforts to free herself from his grip proved abortive. He strangled her so hard, that she felt she was about to breathe her last.

Damilola who was slowly leaving the world of the living, tried to let out an ear piercing scream, but couldn't.