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The familiar sight of his intricately placed red comforted adorned matching pillows greets us. He is always meticulous when it comes to tidiness when we are together.
As I glance around, I catch a glimpse of a photograph on his dresser. It was of us at the county fair a couple of years ago, and my heart swells with nostalgia as I remember how he won me a teddy bear that night.
Colin eagerly unbuttons my jeans with trembling fingers while peppering my neck with soft kisses. Our bodies move in sync as he helps me remove my pants, and I can't help but admire his perfectly chiseled physique.
I miss this intensity… and him.
I hastily remove my shirt and toss it across the room, tauntingly as I collapse onto the bed excitedly. Colin's piercing eyes seem to darken with desire as his head dips lower, and he starts planting kisses on my stomach. His lips tickle me, and I moan in pleasure, finally feeling blissfully intoxicated and giddy as he moves up my body, slowly sucking on my neck.
A sudden chill races through my veins when I see something move in the corner of my eye. A menacing silhouette stands in the doorway, carrying something frightening above their head.
“Colin!” I scream, terror rooting me to the spot.
“There’s someone here!” I exclaim, my breath catching in my throat as fear grips me. I am paralyzed, unable to move as the shadowy figure ominously draws closer.
Desperate to alert Colin, I push his head upward in an attempt to capture his attention.
“What is it?” he questions, his voice confused.
He moves to sit up, but as he does, the shadow lurking in the room moves.
He looks up, confusion etched in his features. He reaches out a hand towards me as if seeking comfort.
An ear-splitting thud shatters the trance-like atmosphere.
I realize that this shadow is real and has just driven an axe into Colin's back.
Warm droplets of blood spray onto my face and chest like a shower of rain, and it sends a surge of fear throughout my body so intense that I feel as if I'm choking on air. My heart beats wildly against my ribs until it feels like it might break free. Pure terror engulfs me, and I scream as I roll off the bed, colliding forcefully into the wall.
"Colin!" I scream, yet my plea goes unheard as the dark figure relentlessly smashes his axe down on Colin's limp body, every strike emitting a sickening squelch that pierces my ears.The sound of flesh and bone crunching under the might of the axe is like daggers to my heart, while its acrid stench seeps into my veins and infects every molecule of my being.
Muted brown eyes stare back at me with an air of lifelessness. A chill runs through me, almost making me faint. The malevolent figure towers above the body, panting heavily from the effort, his face contorted in a heinous manner.
Mustering whatever strength I have left within me, I slither and sprint away from the bedroom. Still brandishing his K-bar knife, the fiend continues to track me down. His sharp blade slices through my left arm, accompanied by a thud and a guttural groan.
Desperate to escape, I chance a glance backward only to find him losing his balance and slipping on Colin's spilled blood before colliding with the wall.
Without wasting a second, I race towards the front door and frantically grip the deadbolt with my gory hands. Yet again, fear grips me when it fails to open, and panic bubbles within me.
As desperation sets in, strong fingers entwine in my hair, forcefully yanking my head backward. Blazing pain singes my scalp as I struggle to free myself from the vice-like grip, but it doesn't budge an inch.
The black-clad figure shoves my body into the wall so hard that it knocks all air out of my lungs. With no oxygen entering them, my efforts to inhale are futile; it is then that I gaze upon the tormentor’s face and realize he is no shadow; instead, he is everything that I dread most.
He found me.
Terror pumps through my veins as I stare into the face of evil--his twisted smile, depthless black eyes, and oily black hair illuminated by the toppled table lamp.
“Did you miss me?” he hisses, and the warmth of his breath sends chills spiraling down my spine.
“Fuck you!” I cry out; my words choked with fear. His grip on my neck tightens as he presses the cold steel of his blade against my skin; it slices against my sensitive flesh, and a searing pain explodes through me.
“Oh, believe me," he sneers, "there will be plenty of fucking...or maybe I should skip straight to the cutting. My knife has missed your cunt.”He slides his knife up along the inside of my thigh until it reaches my slit.
"Do it," I challenge him masquerading indifference in my voice. His gaze locks onto mine, a feral mix of rage and sadistic pleasure blazing from its depths.
"You were always an eager slut," he murmurs before I can stop him.
"You always talked too much." My defiance resurfaces despite the fear crawling through my veins. "If you're going to kill me, kill me. But save me the lip service. I'm not afraid of you anymore."
