One thing was certain she had to get the hell out of their, the dark damp room that he threw her.
He was going to kill her, a complete maniac, this was something out of a horror movie.
She used to like horror movies, but after this she would never again watch one.
Footsteps, tip, tap, tip tap, tip tap. They mocked her letting her know what was coming next.
It would be a miracle if she got out of this room alive, she was surrounded by rats, she hated the feel of the rats crawling on her toes, and the stench.
Someone had died here before, this guy was a serial killer, she was sure of that.
Or some kind of demom.
She hadn't really believed in demons before, at least not until she faced one.
She wasn't going to let him sense her fear. She couldn't let him, this monster took two much pleasure in that.
She wasn't going to give him that satisfaction.