With my back pressed against the wall, I was completely trapped.
Shit.
I am dead.
It was clear that the attacker thought the same thing because he took his time with the attack. There was no need to rush, he was clocking my only way out.
So, with his eyes concentrated on me, he slowly moved in my direction.
The only identifying part of him that was visible to me was his dark eyes, which followed my every move. He moved calmly, taking one sure step after another with the same bloody knife in his hands pointed at me.
With each passing second, I was sure that each of his steps was taking me closer and closer to death. So I even started to prepare for it mentally. My mind was drawing out all possible outcomes and who would do what.
I was happy to know that at least my sister would b
