On Thin Ice

On Thin Ice

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There was saliva in my mouth from my panic. I tasted it. It tasted like that last, perfect meal before everything went out of control. All I could smell was smoke. I felt my heart, it beat quicker and quicker with every second that passed. I knew we wouldn't make it out of here, but he kept on yelling, screaming for help. I am scared. Scared of the end. The pain grows worse still. My grip loosens. I feel myself slipping away. As my blurry, tear-filled eyes seal shut, I see him yelling for someone, no, at someone. Someone was coming, he looked away, then down at me. Through my blurry vision and tear-filled eyes, I see the panic on his face turn to pure hysteria. I hit the ground, the last thing I see before my eyes shut, was him, and another face. They stare down at me, horrified as they yell back and forth. But I could no longer hear. Then all went black.
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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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