Panic Room
I gritted my teeth, wiping away the spit, a dark, sinister laugh vibrating my chest as I stood.
"This is going to be fun," I muttered, stabbing the knife into her hand. A blood-curdling scream filled the kitchen, echoing off the walls and filling my blood with adrenaline. I took a deep breath, a wave of calm, the first of many, travelling through me as I lifted up the knife, pulling it from her hand, earning myself another scream, before I plunged it into her other hand.
One hour down, twenty-three more hours of sweet bliss to go.
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