Pierce my Heart
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MatureOngoing35m
Last published Sun, Nov 5, 2023
you could feel your eyes slowly closing. They snapped back up when you heard a crash.
You jumped at the sound, then paused the tv.
Your heart was racing. Your stomach felt empty. You could even feel the cold air of the room surround you, slithering up your back.
You quickly, but quietly ran to the kitchen. You grabbed the longest knife you could find. It was not long. By the looks of it, you'd say it was about five inches.
You slowly walked to your back door, since you heard the sound mainly coming from there.
Just as you were about to jump into the room, you felt an arm snake around your waist, and a hand grip your wrist.
"I wouldn't move if I were you, darling." He spoke in a dark, dangerous tone.
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