His lips met my ear as he murmured to himself, puffing heavily. He was clearly exhausted, but his arm was tightly slung across my torso and his hand was positioned across my mouth. I was struggling to catch my breath and my fear was clearly evident to the man standing behind me.
"Don't talk." His low whisper hummed throughout the small closet he was holding me in.
He stuck his nails into my cheek, forcing me to whimper in pain. He shushed me at the sound of my pain and brushed his fingers though his dark hair. Footsteps were pacing through the apartment, and muffled voices could be heard.
To say I was terrified is an understatement. I was literally about to die. And he was going to undoubtedly be my killer. Help.
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so hi this is my first story and i have no clue what im doing and i know this is shit and so so short but it's only the prologue and hopefully it gets better from here hahaha xoxo
