Her eyes were still closed when she heard the door open again, this time the sound was louder and she was now sure it was the bedroom door that had opened, the door to the very room she was heading to. And that only meant one thing: The man she had stabbed was coming for her. She opened her eyes and slowly started walking backwards away from the bedroom.
“And where do you think you are going?” a man said roughly. She recognized the voice, and it was certainly not the smoky voice of the man she had stabbed. The voice came from behind, and that was because it was the voice of her kidnapper. Her kidnapper was back.
Horrified, she slowly turned to face him, and there he was, standing right in front of her. He had his mask on, and it only revealed his eyes. He had brown eyes just like his bro
