Leah
It's been horrible. „The last 3 months were the most hateful months ever", I thought to myself while walking around the house. It was an abandoned hospital and every step you made was heard. It was deadly silent most of the times, and it smelled rotten. Oh, how I wished to get out of here. And at the beggining of the fourth month as I was held captive, I finnaly found my chance. He left to buy some groceries and i fleed. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. What I hadn't counted on was him forgetting his wallet and seeing me leaving the house throught the window. I could hear his yelling and as I looked behind me to see if he is close, the last thing I saw was the silver reflection of the knife as he stabed me and said: „You want more?" More, such a dangerous word...
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