Description
He was probably something my mind couldn't have painted, something so terrifying it would haunt me even in the afterlife. Instead, I see his clean fingernails brush against the blood-stained skin of my collar bone. He lightly rubs against the dried blood, and my eyes lock with his mystic black eyes. He was physically beautiful, the way his dark brows carved out his concerned expression was alarmingly soothing. His long hair is like a waterfall of black, and the smell of fresh pine brushed my nose. This man was perfect in an inhumane way, and it sent shivers down my spine to think something like him could exist. The smoke from his cigarette burns my eyes, and another tear falls down my cheek. "Let me help you." He says calmly, before retracting his fingers back to himself. He steps toward the sink before switching the faucet on, and neatly rolling his sleeves up. His clean brown skin shines as the water sprays onto his hands, and he grabs a paper towel before wetting it under the faucet. He squeezes the excess water from the towel, and lightly brings it to the dried blood across my neck. The heat from his finger's mimics steam through the wet paper towel, and I stand in silence hoping he will kill me quickly. He uses his opposite hand to fill with soap and brings the steaming soap across my shoulders. As his wet hand scrubs my skin with soap, the other swipes away the red. He runs the soap over my straps, and it slightly starts to pull down the more he scrubs. Meet Sarah, a woman who just had a painful breakup. In attempt to win him back, she follows him to his favorite coffee shop in the mall. When she gets to the mall, she and thirty other strangers are thrown into an experience only found in nightmares. The ring leader...is a strange man, with unbelievable power and an odd obsession with her.
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