You make your way to the backyard and you budge the backyard door: locked. This isn’t right! Ok XXX “You’re dead! You try to jump out of the window but he grabs your shirt and pulls you back, you land on the ground on your back, painfully. I can’t stay.”
He grabs your hand to prevent you from getting off the bed
“Don’t act like you don’t want to, I can see right through you.”
“I want to stay, but how can I leave my life behind like that?”
“Well you don’t have a choice, you’re going to die soon and join me in death.”
You rub your hand across your bite marks and realize the horror of what he told you, after a brief moment. He sucks on your wound, draining your blood.
