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on̶e̶ - s̶a̶v̶v̶i̶o̶r̶?

I swear, I had never been more terrified than I was in that moment. I ran down the hall, and I could tell it was a man from their heavy footsteps.

That was even worse.

Who knows what this man could do to me?

I turned the corner, and slipped.

"No, no.." I mumbled, picking myself up, picking up my speed

I kept running, the sound of his footsteps almost over powering mine. I found my way back to the front door, and I ran into the hall, banging on the neighbors door.

"H-Help me! S-Someone's trying to kill me!" I screamed

I darted down the steps, banging on the doors as well.

No one answered.

The apartment complex was silent, and it a dead giveaway that I was going to end up like Georgia Sanchez, and the other women who had been kidnapped. I turned around, and saw the man in the black hoodie standing at the top of the stairs be pulled out a knife causing me to scream even louder than before.

𝑰𝒇 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒆, 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅.

Using my last bit of strength to run behind an apartment and I was pushed down to the ground.

I struggled, crying out

"W-What do you want with me?" I cried

I felt my arms go behind my back, and I was rolled over.

My eyes fell upon a grey hoodie, whoever this was had me straddled, and pinned my arms to the ground. I could tell it was a male from how much strength they had.

I had started to cry, he wiped my tears.

"P-Please let me g-go" I whimpered

He didn't say a word.

Looking back the man rose off of me, pulling me up on my feet. I stared at him, but it seemed to not faze him as be brushed me off.

"T-Thank you..." I said

Hoping he was going to show his face so I could thank him correctly.

𝑰𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌

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Slowly opening my eyes, the sunlight greeted me, the warmth hitting my skin. Rubbing my eyes I started to sit up, but I felt something tug on my leg.

He was tending to the injury I had on my leg, intently dabbing the small gash with a cotton ball. The sunlight shone in his curls, revealing them to be some type of deep-honey color. Taking in his features, my eyes scanned over his his plump lips and freckles.

He side-eyed eyed me, placing a band-aid over my wound, he gathered his materials, pointing to a stack of folding clothes next to me.

He soon left the room.

𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆?

𝑾𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕?

Once I felt for sure he was gone, I observed the room that I held in. It was like any other bedroom, nothing out of the ordinary.

I picked up the clothes and headed to the bathroom.

Once I finished I had changed into the clothes, a basic white t-shirt and black shorts.

I exited the room.

Heading down the spiral staircase, I looked around.

I spotted him in the kitchen, making a plate. It smelled delicious, I followed the scent.

He turned to me, and I looked up at him. I stared at the eyepatch covering his left eye, and looked away from him. I felted him push the plate slightly into my stomach.

As much as it smelled good. I didn't trust it, nor did I trust Mr. Silent.

I wasn't just going to accept food from some random man, in his house- if this is even his house.

"Christopher," he raspy deep voice broke the silence with a chuckle, "Christopher's my name."

I stared at him. Christopher stirred the contents of the pot, his arm flexing. His wife beater fit him well, his body covered in tattoos.

"I'm not trying to poison you, if that's what you think."

I still didn't trust it

"Aaliyah, I'm not going to hurt you"

I froze.

"H-How do you know my name?" I stuttered

"Trust me, I know everything about you," he grinned

I fell silent, and my heart pounded in my chest

"𝘐'𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶"

𝒙𝒙𝒙

(A/N: What do you think? Can Christopher be trusted?)