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Chapter 12- Now I get how it would feel to die in a horror movie

Chapter 12- Now I get how it would feel to die in a horror movie.

Hey you lovely humans! I updated early! I am so rewarding myself with some chocolate later. Besides, the suspense was too much. And I decided I'll be less evil and update. See? I'm a nice person. You guys, does that make me better? Let me know! I promise I don't bite. Rawrr.

This going to be a dramatic chapter, so brace yourselves my loves!

Enjoy!

Yashie

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"Welcome home, sugar."

A cold shiver ran down my spine as my eyes widened.

Ryan started to get up slowly from where he was sitting, like a snake slowly uncoiling to attack, like one of those murderers you see in those horror movies.

Now I get how it would feel to die in a horror movie.

"My darling sugar, aren't you all tired from your tough day at work?"

He was backing me against the wall now. For some reason, I felt as my mouth was gagged, like something was suffocating me. I couldn't breathe.

Fear.

Fear is the most deadly trap you can throw yourself in. Once it takes control of your senses, it numbs you and throws you into a dark void that shows no promise of escape. Nothing makes sense, when you're scared. You tend to succumb to the thing that is controlling your senses to reason. My head was screaming at me, to react, to scream, to run, to do anything except stand like a dummy, but fear was spreading to my every fibre, paralyzing me from reacting or from making a sane judgement.

Ryan's eyes were boring into mine, making my heart pound. They were like deep, soulless pits swirling with a creepy, sadistic hunger that was making chills run down my spine. His mouth was curved into the most sinister smile I had ever seen. He looked like the devil himself, waiting to shred me into pieces.

"Let me help my sugar de-stress." He laid his hand on my shoulder, greedily grabbing my skin, feeling it with feverish fingers, looking at it like a starved man. I felt bile rise at the back of my throat, as my throat closed on my voice.

He roughly grabbed the sleeve of my dress and yanked it off my shoulder, running his hands on my skin.

A low growl echoed from my book cabinet.

Tango.

That's when I snapped to my senses, and shoved Ryan's hands off me.

"What the fuck, do you think you are doing?" I spat, pushing against his grip.

"I'm only claiming what's mine."

I glared at him.

"I'm not yours, you fucking psycho!" I snapped, fighting his grip, trying to punch him away.

Smack.

A stinging pain seared my cheek as Ryan slapped me. Tears welled in my eyes but I blinked them back and screamed, as Ryan forced himself on me, kissing my face and neck wildly, biting me.

I thrashed wildly in his arms. This was not happening.

"Leave me alone! Don't you touch me! I will kill you!" I screamed, managing throwing a punch, momentarily making him lose his balance as I wrenched out from his arms and tried to escape but I was pulled back by Ryan by my hair. I screamed in pain as he tugged at my roots and bashed my head against the door. I momentarily lost my sight and fell down on my knees. I opened my eyes a little to see red trailing from my door. Blood.