Zinnia
Stabbing him and attempting to run was a bad idea. Somehow, my stupid self keeps forgetting how dangerous this man is, and I am nothing compared to him. I mean, did I really think I could get away from him when he's made it clear that I belong to him?
Black dots cloud my vision as my stalker tightened his hold on my neck whilst lifting me. I kick my feet in the air, both my hands grabbing his in a bit to free myself, that, to no avail.
"That's twice now my little flower. Remember what happened the last time you tried to stab me with scissors," his tone was condescending while I struggled not to pass out.
Just when I was about to give into oblivion, he released me, but my feet only touched the ground for so long before he flipped me, pressing my breast against the door.
"Please,
