beats quickly as his hands run over my shoulders, and down my
back. A small shiver goes down my spine, of fear or pleasure I am
not sure. "You are mine." he whispers into my ear, his voice
making me feel strongly repulsed. I close my eyes taking a deep
breath through my nose, he smells of tobacco. I try to pull away
but he grabs a hand full of my hair. I cry out as he pulls
roughly, tears pooling in my eyes, "YOU-ARE-MINE!" he growls
pulling my ever closer. His dirty hands skim along my collar bone
and then down to cup my breasts, I am so frightened. I try to
scream but it is no use, no one hears my swallowed cries.
"Please, please!" I beg as he angles the knife to my throat.
Slowly the blade plunges into my skin penetrating a lung. As I
lay here choking, drowning in my own blood, he leans down kissing
me. "You were mine..." he says with a wicked smile leaving me to
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