3rd place winner of Inkitt’s New Year, New Genre Contest
He let out a light laugh. “You’re a sick puppy, Ryder. You just don’t want to admit it.” The guy started circling me once more. “I saw you when you were first admitted. You were the grumpiest person alive. Here you are barely forty eight hours later and you’re cowering in fear. What happened to that angst? Did the baby get her temper tantrum out?” He continued to laugh as he walked around me.
I stuttered again, “W-What are you going to do to me?”
He shrugged and placed his finger on the tip of the knife. “Not sure yet. This is only our beginning, you know. I don’t want to scare you too badly.” He smirked.
Trigger Warnings: death, s*icide, s*lf harm
If these topics pertain to you, please do not read further.
A.N.: This entire novel is fiction; nothing is real. Do not take any of the situations in the novel seriously.