Post by Galuwen on Sept 8, 2015 22:41:11 GMT -5
I should have ran. He was not holding me down, or even touching me. Yet I could not get away. Maybe it was fear that held me in place, or the butterflies in my stomach that danced around. Ether way he had control of me. And that scared me most of all.
I could not take my eyes of him. He had jet black shag hair that barely stuck out from his gray hoodie. From what I could see of his eyes where what made me stair the most. He was not that must taller then me. Am only 5'3" so every one is taller them me. I guess he was 5' 6" maybe.
As I was watching him, he was watching me. He was walking around me slowly. He was getting closer with each pass. I thought a saw a look of conflict on his face. As if some internal struggle was happening. Yet still he was getting closer until I could fell his breath on my skin. I felt like his pray. And a part of me was fine with that, why? I should be fighting back. I should be kicking him then running for my life. At that moment I had no idea what he was going to do to me.
"You are afraid of me?" He said sending chills down my spine. To be honest I was. I was in the middle of the woods with a strange guy. I was not even sure how I got there. I awoke on a large rock with him looking down at me.
"Yes," I replied my voice was shaky. "How else would I feel? You pulled me from my life and bought me here. Where ever that is."
