The Beloved Valentine

The Beloved Valentine

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"Shh."he said stroking my hair with a smile on his face.   I looked up only to see mid piercing eyes looking into my soul. I knew this was the end, I just couldn't believe it; I couldn't adjust to how it had gotten this far. I finally looked up to see gallons of blood oozing off my body. I didn't know if it was mine or not, nor did I want to, because my number one priority as of this moment was to make it out of here alive.   I gasped for breath as he looked at me with awe in his bloodshot eyes. I didn't realize I was crying, but quickly found out as my face got cold when he started to blow on my face.    "It's a shame darlin, we would have been fun." he said as his gaze lead to a smirk, his smirk lead into a laugh, and his laugh lead to a screaming gallop to lead let the final giggles if his joke out. But I could tell he was forcing it, and he wouldn't let it go. (A few hours later)   I woke up to realize what I had envisioned a moment ago was just a horrible dream, but found myself struggling to get up. "Shh, don't fight the pain." a man laughed as he looked at me from across the room. All I could see was his eyes, because he was peaking at me through a cracked, squeaky door from across the room from where I saw him before.   I look up to see mounds of blood falling off of me, and just like my dream, I wasn't ready to figure out. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." he chuckled with a smile as he danced around the room towards me in a ballerina/swan type of way. I realized he was getting pretty close by the second, so I did what any typical Russian American would do at that time.....I tried to reason with the man. But that was when I came face to face with reality. I was going to die in the next three seconds.
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"Get out," I said in a firm voice, but it shook a bit at the end. The muscles in his jaw tensed when I said that. Instead of getting out, he closed the door and started taking calculative predatory steps toward me. His eyes moved all over my length. My heart started to drum fast. It made me take a step back until my back was flat against the wall. "I said get out," I repeated, trying to sound firm when he was only a step away from me. He stood in front of me with his hands in his pants pocket. "Last time I checked, I still own this place," he said arrogantly in his deep voice, which made me want to sink into the wall. He stood in front of me. "But it's my workplace," I breathed out when he cut an inch of distance between us. His body was not touching me, but my body still twitched as if his calloused hands were moving all over me. I lowered my eyes and took a deep breath to calm myself, but my heartbeat raised when I heard steps coming towards us. "Someone is coming. Go from here," I found myself pleading. The steps became louder as if the person were just a few steps away from opening the door. I don't want rumours to be spread here. An evil smile formed on the corner of his lips looking at the distress on my face. "I'm not afraid to be seen with my wife," he said in his deep, low voice, sending shivers down my spine. My eyes snapped towards him in anger. I know he was doing this on purpose because no one here knows we are married. Why is he breaking the deal?

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