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He held me tight. His chest against mine. His muscly arms around me. He kissed my forehead. I felt warm, safe, yet scared.
The killer walked in. Under the bed, all I could see their bloody shoes. They slowly walked around the room looking for someone to slaughter.
I held my breathe.
The killer stopped, right in front of the bed. I could see him kneeling down. I saw the edge of the knife.
This would be the end of me.