She slowly walked to the bedroom door. Her breath was coming rapidly now. Her shaking hand touched the cold knob, she slowly turned it and opened the door. Very quietly she walked to the stairs hoping nothing was amiss. A cold chill ran down her spine as she stepped down the stairs.
At the bottom of the stairs she let her barefeet desend onto the icy cold tile floor. She gasped as a hand came up from behind her and covered her mouth. Then this deep masculine voice flowed through the air saying, "Don't make a sound!" The alarming tone in the voice was warning enough to keep her quiet.
The man half walked, half dragged her across the room to the couch. He sat down on the soft cushioned couch and he made her sit down between his legs so that he could still cover her mouth. She was having great trouble breathing because his rouch hand was also partly blocking her nostrals.
A tear ran down her face as he spoke, "I'm going to take my hand away and you aren't going to make any sound because if you do...", he took out a large kitchen knife from his jacket pocket and raised it to the delicate white skin at her throat, "Then your presious blood will be spilled!" She took in everyone of his words and she became even more alert than ever. She was so frightened that she began to weep.
A large smile was all anyone could see on his face in the dark. Her face was damp from the salty tears she shed and now she couldn't breath at all. The man finally removed his hand and she was relieved. She tried desperately to control her breathing but she couldn't get a grip of herself.
Her eyes widen when she felt his rough hand foundle the white breast that was partly revealed by the open neck of her nightgown. She gasped when he did the same to the other
Another large smile came upon his face when he saw her discomfort. Another tear slid down her cheek and he licked it off only causing her to develope more. He let out a laugh of enjoyment. The sound of his voice was pure torture. She knew the voice was familar but she couldn't think of who it was.
He spoke again, "Well now aren't we feeling scared? Don't worry you won't feel it for long!" Her eyes dialated as she realized, "My god! You're..." Before she could finish he took the knife and cut her throat. Her blood flowed everywhere and everything went black. The man left the house quietly laughing to himself for he knew his identity still remained unknown.
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