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I am a quiet person. I am in no sense loud. Quite the opposite actually. I talk quietly, I move quietly and I, fear, quietly.
So when he stood in front of me, his eyes seeming to glow in the little street light reaching us, and his mouth pulled into this disgusting grin, the one time I wanted to be loud, I, I couldn’t. No sound was leaving my mouth besides a little whimper with every step he took towards me.
His nails were long and sharp, they had already broken through my skin when he threw me against the wall. His voice sounded like a barking dog, rough and deep.
It send shivers down my spine.
I didn’t know him. He must have started following me sometime after leaving work. Maybe he was waiting for me to close the store. Or maybe he just saw me on the street and decided I was gonna be the one.
That didn’t really matter though, did it?
What mattered was that he was backing me against a wall, and I couldn’t even scream for help.
He dragged his knuckles across my face, from my cheekbone down to my chin, while his other hand slowly closed around my throat.
Tears were streaming down my face, leaving behind cold trails, which became even icier with his breath hitting them.
He made this sound.
Like a, like a rumble.
Like, like the growling of a feral dog.
My heart has never beaten this fast or hard. I could feel it pounding all over my body. All of my senses narrowed down to the both of us.
His hand slowly tightening on my throat, while the other found its place on the back of my head, fingers wound into my hair.
Cold sweat all over my body. Tears streaming down my face. Lights dancing in front of my eyes, because of how hard I pressed them closed.
Suddenly, his teeth scraping the junction of my neck, and biting down.
And finally, I could scream.