I blinked for a second as the peril sunk into my brain. I had to call 911! Hands trembling, I hurried, digging in my back pocket but quickly felt a sharp prick. “Ow!” I withdrew my fingers, feeling something wet and sticky. Blood! I must’ve crushed my phone when I hit the floor. Fear came gasping up my throat in a cold, panting fear. No phone meant I was at this creep"s mercy.
In the next breath, a fist clenched a wad of my hair, dragging me to my feet. The pain was tormenting, but I fought, swinging at the air. A sudden burst of warmth struck my face. I swatted at the brightness as a voice appeared behind the light. “We meet again.” The stranger’s voice hummed like a machine as he revealed himself. I gasped. The man in black from the fair! He must’ve followed me.
Helpless, I dangled as
