• A suspenseful scene for the novel •
Scene: Old warehouse
As I slowly regain consciousness, I feel cold drops of water falling on my face, each one tingling with warmth. I blink, trying hard to discern the blurry figure hovering above me. It's the guy who gave me the juice box and wanted to date me, but I've avoided him every time. I'm tied down with rough ropes to a hard wooden chair.
When my angry gaze meets his, I don't give him a chance to speak until I spit in his face, "I felt like you were a fucking pervert!"
He slowly wipes my dripping saliva from his face, his eyes darkening like obsidian as anger takes over. "Damn... you know what?" he growls. "I was going to be nice and give you a chance, but you literally threw it back at me." "I'm not going to be nice." A cruel smile forms on his lips as he pats my hair dismissively.
I tilted my head angrily, trying to get his hand off my head before he could react. I spat back at him, venom dripping from my words. "You're just a sick, perverted, nobody."
His hand slammed into my cheek with brutal force, the sharp impact snapping my head sideways. I tasted blood pooling in my mouth, as stars danced in my vision. The room spun slightly, and I felt his fingers crawling like filthy spiders under my skirt. "You scumbag..." he growled.
I was frozen, shocked. "Stop, you bastard!" escaped my lips, weak and completely shaky. Fear and disgust swept through me as I felt his hands creep higher. Desperation ignited a spark within me that challenged me to do something, anything.
I took a deep, shaky breath. My head jerked back violently, hitting his forehead with a sickening crack. The force of the impact sent him reeling backward, momentarily stunned and disoriented. "Damn it," he cursed, holding his head.
A mocking, trembling laugh escaped my lips, and his face twisted in anger as he heard my trembling laughter. "Damn you, you're laughing like a madman!" he roared, his hands growing rougher and dirtier beneath my skirt, while his other wrapped around my neck, slowly squeezing the life out of me.
Terror gripped my heart like pincers, squeezing it until it ached. Tears streamed down my cheeks like an endless waterfall, blurring my vision. There was no escape, no way out. This moment felt final. Inevitable-the moment that bastard would destroy me completely.
End..to be continued.....
