Captured By Victor
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"Everyone on your knees", a man in Black suit screamed who seams like a bodyguard.
"Don't move", the other one said.
I can see my death in front of my eyes, the guns were scaring the shit out of me..what should I do should I call the cops or should I run,I don't wanna die.
I took the opportunity and slowly took my phone out and dialed cops it was about to ring when he snatched my phone and threw it across the store and it broke into several pieces, it broke my heart into peices.
With a surge of adrenaline, I lashed out, striking him with all the force I could muster, and the sound reflected in the each corner of the store.
I saw him red and angry just like a Hulk he grabbed my wrist and started to drag me towards the exit, i screamed and was hitting with my fist on his hand but he didn't even budge, not even a single inch, what was he, Superman?
Not having any other thing in my mind I bit his hand, hard and with full strength, he screamed in pain and left my hand, taking it as an opportunity i ran, as fast as I can.
But my efforts were in vain. As I reached the parking lot, I was met with a grim realization - he was waiting for me, a predator.
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