My whole body is shivering. There is a way he intimidates me these days and I’m scared of him. Why is he in a ladies' washroom? I
look at the washrooms. All the doors are open meaning it’s just the two of us here.
“These are ladies' washrooms Ben.” I fake a smile but my voice is so shaky.
“I know.” He says and locks the door. He approaches me making me step back. What does he want?
“What is it?” I ask once I’m pinned against the mirror.
“Nothing.” He runs a finger on my throat. “Just want to feel which is the best place to stab. Or do you want it in your heart? Stomach? Just choose.” He says with a smirk.
I’m aware of my trembling. My hands won’t stop shaking. My breathe is sucked out of my whole body. I can’t breathe. I can’t think straight. I try talking but my throat is dry.
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