Leah
His cat-like yellow eyes were staring into my soul. My arms were aching from being tied up and my throat was sore. The air was freezingly cold and by the dark and eerie atmosphere I could tell that the sun hasn't come up yet. Looking up into his eyes again, I shuddered. His mouth made a awful smirk and he flashed his red coloured teeth at me. In a sudden surge of wind, the dust rose from the chair beside me and into my open mouth. I started to cough. He laughter and in a deep voice asked: „Want more water?" I swear, just the sound of his voice gave me chills. Founding the last of my strenght in me, I managed to spit in his face and say: „Want more?" and smirked at his horrified face. Next thing I know, I was being choked and his face was in a close proximity of my own. He let go of my neck after a few seconds, and with the last long look he walk out of the room closing the old wooden door.
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