He stepped menacingly towards me as I struggled to keep myself aware. The stars in my vision began to grow as I reached weakly up to the wound on my head. Pain shot through the tip of my body to my toes like a long, rusted knife. I winced. The metallic smell of blood filled the air, and the marks he had made with his hands began to swell. Soon, I could barely see out of my left eye.
He seemed to be thinking as he took slow, deliberate steps forward. His lips twitched into a cruel smile, and I knew he was enjoying every moment he spent beating me. With the last of my strength, I lifted my leg to push away from him, but the couch restricted any movement. I knew I was trapped between his gruesome game and my cherished life.
If only I had gotten to the door in time.
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Peter, Peter
HorrorWarning: If you have nightmares after reading about cannibals, this is probably not the best book for you. Having said that, I hope you enjoy the story!
