On Mikaylee’s living room floor, Ghostface pinned her against the floor, her escape cut short. She looked away, eyes fixed on the TV’s flicker, trembling. He tore her shirt open, exposing her. The knife’s cold tip traced her, teasing without cutting, “Scared?” he mocked, voice distorted. Mikaylee froze, heart racing, as the blade circled closer, her fear spiking in the once-safe room.
miguel perez
2025-10-25 11:14:43 +0000 UTC