She saw him reach out behind him and draw out a shiny object which he gripped tightly in his hand. It took Sheryl a few seconds to realize that he was holding a knife. He lifted his arm and plunged the knife down; it was heading straight for Sheryl.
Chapter 9
For a second her heart stopped and ten adrenaline kicked in. she rolled over to the other end of the bed just as the knife came down. She could tell her attacker was surprised. He had assumed she was still asleep. Quickly he pulled the knife out of the mattress and moved towards her. Sheryl jumped off her bed and made a dash for the door but he was too fast for her. He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her back till her skull crashed into his chest. She wanted to scream but he had one hand over her mouth and the other he used to hold the knife to her throat. She felt helpless, she wanted to struggle but he was too strong. She felt panic and fear.
“Was this how she was going to die?”
Her stomach churned as she considered the prospect of death. Maybe these were her last moments, was this the pathetic end to what she called her life?.
“Where is it?” the muffled voice asked.
She whimpered and trembled at his voice.
“Where is it?” this time the voice was impatient.
She shook her head, she was confused. What was he talking about? What was he looking for?
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