I ran up to him, eyes full of tears, and fists full of rage, but I managed to keep calm. " what the actual H*CK BRO" his whole hand smacks my face causing me to lose balance and fall to the ground, I sit there confused and scared but it's nothing new to me.
He whips out a rusty axe and pushes it to my throat, I freeze and tears fill my eyes, my fingernails dig into the tiled floor, I wanted to scream but my throat was closed by sharp edges of an axe.
He leans in and his teeth seem to dig into my neck tearing up my blood vessels, I cry, I don't move because if I do I would die. But no I feel my body sliding closer to the wall, my arms feel weak and shaky as I'm holding all my body weight with them, I'm stiff and terrified.
Finally he removes the axe from its place and I breath deep through my nose, my chest feels tight from the axe blocking half of the air going into my body. I know I'm weak, he's much stronger than me, so I let him do whatever he wants to me, and maybe, just maybe I'll live.
