I barely had time to breathe before I felt strong hands grab me from behind, dragging me down the narrow passage of our house as the knife dropped from my hands . My heart leapt into my throat, panic rising like wildfire.
And then I saw him. The mask man.
“Miss me?” His voice was low, teasing, almost dangerous. Before I could answer, he pulled me into his chest, hugging me tight. “I just love seeing your reactions,” he whispered. “Even at the church the other day I wanted to see your face.”
I pushed him but he didn’t budge. Was my reaction worth you scaring me? I had fainted and was rushed to the hospital. I told him but he just chuckled, what a psychopath.
Before I could process, he pressed himself against me, his hands roaming my body I tried to push him I panicked this was my house
