'I thought you might like me like this. Isn't that how you like your men? Psychotic?' He laughed, a very horrible laugh that made my insides turn. 'You need help.' I mumbled, not sure if I wanted to piss him off or to calm him down.
'Then help me. Just like you help him.' He growled the last part, his mood dropping from zero to a hundred within the space of five seconds. I tried my hardest not to give into the fear I was feeling, instead, I asked him questions to distract him from his main purpose; to kill me.
I bought myself about twenty minutes, going back and forth with him which ended up with him attacking me, I dug my nails into his arms, trying to rip him off me as I suffocated under his hold around my throat. I was going in and out of consciousness when the door broke down and a g
