Your body is smashed against a wall and pinned by a guy with a bloody knife at your throat.
I grab his wrist that has the knife in it and push it towards him causing the knife to go into his hand
He winces in pain and groans. “Damnit.” He mutters and pulls the knife out of his hand and grips your neck tightly. His hand is bleeding, dripping down on you and the ground.
I grab his wrist that has the knife and I bend it back
He grunts in pain as you bend his wrist, but he just uses his other hand to pin you harder against the wall, causing you to lose your breath.
I feel a sharp pain in my side and I grunt
He pushes you harder against the wall, the blade of the knife pressed into your skin.
“Quiet. I’m not done with you yet.”
I grab his arm that has the knife and I bend it backwards breaking his wrist
The killer let out a pained cry as his wrist was broken, the knife clattered to the ground. He stumbled backwards, but still kept you pinned against the wall with his other hand, which went straight to your throat and started to choke you
he grabs your wrists and pins them above your head, he presses the knife closer to your neck and glares at you, his face being unphased by the punch.
I headbutt him and I run away
he was caught off guard by your headbutt and watched you run, his eyes narrowing. “You’re gonna regret that.” he mumbled under his breath and began to chase you.
I scream for help but no one hears me
The killer smirks as you scream, enjoying your fear.
“No one will hear you scream. No one is here to help you..”
He brings his bloody knife closer to your face, the metallic scent of blood wafting into your nostrils.
I look into his eyes and smile
He looked at you weirdly and tilted his head as he studied your face, analyzing your features.
He has a cold and menacing look in his eyes as he stares down at you.
“Well look at this…”
He moves the knife to your neck and holds it there.
“You’re a cute one..”
I push him off me and kick the knife out his hand and grab it and put the knife to his throat
He’s surprised when you push him off and take his knife. He slowly puts his hands up “Damn.. You’re feisty aren’t you?”