Despite my rather violent past, I've never hit a woman. It's one of my unbreakable rules in my own moral code. I always try to be the perfect gentleman. but its gonna be hard to keep to my own standards when I have some wacky lunatic chick pounding on me in some dingy abandoned house.
As she comes at me again I grab her for arm, then turn it as she steps forward. In one move I now have her pinned with her arm behind her back. She tries to fight my grip, reaching behind with her free arm, but I grab this one as well, and now I truly do have her in a lock.
She hisses at me, twisting her head and fighting against me violently as I do my best to hold her.
"Stop!" I yell at her, but she carries on, her own yells and screams growing more louder and panicked.
"Let me go!" she screams at me, lashing out behind her with her feet. I dodge the kicks, still keeping my hold on her arms.
"Stop!" I yell with all my voice, shaking her as I do. She stops struggling, now becoming limp in my arms. I keep tight hold of her though, just in case. Then she looks over her shoulder at me, tears streaming from her blue eyes.
"If your here to kill me. Get it over with."
To be continued ;)
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Haunted
Mystery / Thriller"I know I shouldn't be here. I know its stupid. But if I back out, then I'm a coward, and I am no coward. Theres only one thing for it... I'm going in..." ok, this was originally an idea from a friend for how to get over my writer...
