SLAYING THE BEAST

Help!

me twirl in the direction of her voice. The images are

Please,

gueness to the aid of the poor sobbing lady. I don't know where we are. I don't know who she is. I don't know wha

an't see her, I follow the direction of her voice, t

Ella!

ngs to a male. It's labored, like he is also in danger. I spin a half degree, ricocheting my eyes in the vagueness,

he other side, there is a man's voice prodding me to r

e should I

e from the aforementioned two, followed by showers of loud sounds that almost deaf

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I am drenched in sweat. My pulse is worryingly brisky, stemming a raced b

t d

e wo

r with these pair of spooky eyes gawking at

ut of my bed to the opposite side, appalling the fuck out of this devil. His gruff cynical gaze on me sen

breathing in through the nose and out through the mouth to puff out as much dismay as I can,

es towards me. I wish there was a place I can run to hide, but the wa

echo in my head as the m

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e shooting that Martin guy to death. And those so

ds as he attempts to touch me, my endeavour

ever felt before now. Why? What does t

me, slave?" He calmly asks, throwing off his leather

se, A

gripping my neck but just gently enough to make

thi

cheap lie the second

hat wasn't lethal enough, it had to into that same spot with a healing wound. I jerk my head up slowly, puffing out a massive sigh of a stifled s

kness and fears inside my guts. I should as well pee them out and flush

st out, and for a minute, he ogles me as if mulling

erous gaze and dare his demons to d

n front of each other like two lions

" He speaks, his voice cold but soft to

his touch, though gentle,

mantled face don't merit to touch me. He makes me sick,

n't know I had, or as if I have a death wish. "Putting a bullet through my head is so easy, right? You do

got these hard balls to talk at him like this. His disgustingly demeaning demeanour doesn

I have a thousand reasons to kill you. I have had good chances to kill you. Then why?" He pulls out his gun and fondles my sore face wi

oaded gun exploring my sore f

What reasons? He had chances to kill

ely urging these impetuses that I just had? I haven't had any weird dreams since I woke up here unti