She drew in a breath to scream as he closed his hands around her throat. The man grunted as she bucked in an effort to dislodge him. He took one hand off her throat, drew it back and backhanded her across the face. Her screams died down to whimpers as blood coursed from her nose and ran down the back of her throat. He touched a finger to the blood and sniffed it. Her desperate eyes moved side, looking for a way to escape. As she drew in a breath, the blood still pouring down the back of her throat made her choke. Her assailant looked down at her and gripping her shoulders shook her. Her fingernails dug into his wrists drawing blood. He let out a growl as he moved his hands back to the already bruising throat. His weight was crushing her into the bed, his knee digging into her side. Not again her mind screamed as he started to squeeze. Her struggles grew weaker as she ran out of oxygen. Her face and lungs felt like they were about to burst. She tried to buck in an effort to move him, but her legs were trapped. He shook her once more and kept squeezing. Her hands moved along the mattress, unconsciously searching for something to use as a weapon. Her right hand encountered something hard and cold.
He stopped and looked down at her. His eyes showed surprise when he looked down and saw the knife that she had plunged into his armpit. She shoved at him as she sobbed chokingly. He slid off her slowly and fell on his side. His legs were still trapping her. Her breath started to catch in her throat as she scrambled away from his dying body. Her blood slick hands fumbled at the doorknob in the dark. She burst out off the room and ran down a long never-ending corridor. Panic started to close her throat as she pushed open a door and reentered to room with the blood soaked bed. A sound ripped free from her throat as she turned and ran down the hallway the opposite way. Opening a door at random granted her the same sight. The weak table light on the floor illuminated a corner of the room. The dark stain on the mattress could be seen. Only there was one thing different from the last time. There was no body on the bed. No man clad in black. She spun around expecting to see him behind her. Her legs started to shake from the running. She stumbled towards the bed to make sure the body hadn't just rolled off. There was only a pool of darkness. A whisper of sound from across the room made her spin around. A shadow darted across the door in the hallway. Her hands drew up to her throat involuntarily.
"That won't help you know?"
She spun around and was greeted by empty air. "Who are you? Why are you doing this to me? What do you want?"
"Ah! So many questions. And you know all the answers" The sinuous voice came from a darkened corner.
"What the hell are you?" She screamed into the corner.
"You know what I am. Sticking that knife into me wasn't very nice by the way, not that it did anything."
She felt the cool breath upon her neck, before she felt a sharp two-pronged sting at the juncture between her neck and shoulder. Darkness crowded her vision as she slumped forward. She never felt the arm that cradled her body close. The body devoid of mortal life, that took pleasure in taking it.