K is for Knife


Carol struggled but stilled when he touched the knife to her cheek. Her heart thudded in her ears as the man rubbed the blade back and forth pressing a little deeper with each movement. She tried to focus on the bitter cold steel against her skin but the pounding blood surging through her veins was hard to ignore.

The sharp edge pricked and a red trickle touched the corner of her mouth. Carol became furious as she tasted salty metal. How dare he. She jerked away from him, looked directly into his eyes and kneed him in the groin. He dropped like a rock, Carol ran. Looking back she saw him writhe on the ground, a cynical smile settled on her lips. The satisfaction of him holding himself seemed almost worth all the bullshit she had to put up with him and his minions.




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