Hey guys this is a scene I kept playing over in my head so to get it out of my head I had to write it and of course publish it. I do plan to continue it, but motivation is a complicated thing. Also, I do realize the girl is the same character from another story of mine, but for some reason I just like the name Daisy, granted, the guy is sort of also the same though lol. I hope you enjoy my short scene and I'm sorry about mistakes. My last comment is also an apology to those who've supported me and my stories I'll try to continue, but thank you for motivating me to do better. Thank you all! Feedback is welcome! =D
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My legs were shaking as I hugged the wall. The tears slide down my dark cheeks and absorbed into the shaggy carpet as I held my eyes closed hoping he couldn't find me. "Daisy". My heart skipped a beat; his voice was so close. "I can smell your fear" He chuckled, "It's so intoxicating."
I covered my ears as I slid into the fetal position. I hated hearing that voice, it was a soothing tune belonging to the devil.
I felt a chill run down my spine and then a sharp pain on my throat. I started rising from the floor as the pain in my neck grew intense. My hands immediately found the source and tried to free me, but the effort was useless. I slowly opened my brown eyes only to meet bold blue orbs and a sadistic smile.
The tears started flowing now because he found me. He chuckled again, amused by something. "I love the look of fear on you, it's charming." His grip around my throat loosened as his smile grew more crooked. I took that opportunity and pushed him away from me. I tried harder than anything to get away, but his hand wrapped itself at the roots of my black hair and put me where he wanted me.
I was right back where I started up against this damn wall, but I wasn't running, I was captured. He slammed me against that wall; I hoped I pissed him off, but I probably wouldn't live through this if I did.
My hands were pinned with one pale hand while the other wiped my tears away. His knee was placed on a sensitive spot as it lifted me slightly above the ground. "Now why are you crying Daisy?" He feigned sincerity like it was natural. Each movement he made was just another act to make me despise him.
I shut my eyes. I won't look at him and give him the satisfaction of seeing me scared. "Look at me Daisy", His free hand was rubbing my cheek. "Look at me." His voice never shook like he practiced the phase every day. I squeezed my eyes harder as he slid his fingers toward my throat. I refuse to be a puppet for him.
His hand reached my throat and wrapped itself around it once more, but he didn't tighten it. I almost jumped from my skin, for some reason that scared me more than anything he'd done before.