☉DANIKA
The scream never made it past my lips. The second I opened my mouth, his hands enveloped my lips—not roughly, as I would have thought, but with just enough force—stuffing every ounce of breath down back my throat until my eyes watered.
My eyes were wide with horror as I stared into his face trying to discern who he was from the darkness of his blanketing hood.
“Stay still,” he muttered gruffly and I thought that I had heard that voice before. But my body would not listen to reason. I was fighting panic, but beyond that, I was fighting the very powerful urge in me not to break down.
I had killed a man.
But even more scary was the fact that the other man had been brutally murdered by the person who now had his palm over my face. I forced back the rising surge of panic and desper
