His Desire

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a thud loud enough to be attribute

throat tightening as I l

ramble across the mattress, toppli

short, coming from downstairs. My blood tu

me, I wander toward my door

oing on out the

stairs seems to be nearing, the sound travelling up to th

I come out?”

stay in my room, wait for help, but I fear someone is coming to kill me, and

rough the darkness, I can see the shad

e, the carpet wet be

ch twist

ling up to their face. There's no doubting this i

lders. I can feel his head roll limply around, nausea rearing up insi

ng back through the threshold of my be

meone emerges from the

is shoved over my mouth, their other arm winding

icking and thrashing about frantically as they dra

e. They are goi

lding me still. Desperately, I try to rip their hand off my mouth, wh

I push at their arm, and for a moment, their han

off

t nothing comes. They just continue to hold me dow

to come

t a hold of anything to pull their hands off me, ma

rushes against theirs, and a

re my

mmediately, stumbli

as I stare at the looming figure. A man,

st tried t

’t be," I whisp

beneath their hood, choosing their ne

tter, vanishing i

alone. I just found my mate. And he's a murderer, and

the

t, the sounds of disruption from

s, I quickly make my way outside and d

thought f

ate. And he