Knowing I have a lot of stories contained in it.
Here's one of it.
She clutched her purse tightly,
Wishing he will just go away or better yet,
Wishing she had never met him.
Why? Why must I meet him?
She wondered.
In her purse contained a small pen knife.
It's to protect herself from him.
The pounding on the door increased.
"I know you're in there!" He screamed.
The short gun in his pocket is empty.
He used it to shoot her as she ran from a midnight store.
But instead of throwing the gun away,
He kept it.
His left fist is holding a knife.
"Open up!" He screamed.
His hand kept hitting the door until he has splinters in them
But he doesn't seem to care.
He must kill her!
She knows too much about him.
A murderer,
She thought,
I fell in love with a murderer who tried to kill me and succeed killing other 23 girls.
They made love with him but as soon as they found out his true identity,
He killed them.
Slowly and painfully.
Sometimes he would skinned them alive,
Burn their skin in front of them,
Pour salt on their red meat,
Causing the girls to scream in pain.
Later,
He would cut their tongue or their lips.
Sometimes he would sew their lips together,
Then took a spoon and dig out their eyeball
And finally burn them alive.
As simple as that.
He couldn't bring himself to kill her.
He had loved her and
He had no intention to kill her like the other girls.
Instead,
he wants to starts a new life with her.
She isn't like any other girls he dated.
He remembered her dark hair and her mysterious green eyes.
She knows how to control my temper, he thought.
She is so patient.
He remembered how she kissed him.
He felt sparks on his tongue when he kissed her.
Her body so slender, so fragile that he's afraid he might break her.
He wants her to be with him.
Tears streamed down his cheek as he called her.
His voice sounded like a broken recorder,
Calling her to open to door.
She remembered how he touched her hair,
How he looked at her lovingly.
Why must it be like this? She sobbed silently,
Hearing his voice,
Full of despair and hurt.
Should she open the door?
Or should she think of an escape when he manages to get in?
She looked at her watch.
3A.M.
Her eyelids felt heavy
But she mustn't sleep,
No matter how tired she is.
After all,
He isn't sleepy,
Why should she?
Finally he gave up pounding the door.
After two whole hours of pounding the door,
He finally gave up.
He took a few steps back and rushed towards the door,
Using his shoulder to break the goddamn door.
Once,
Twice,
Finally the lock gave way.
He yelled a triumph yell and went in her house.
He on the lights and put his knife on the nearest table.
He walked in her room, cautiously.
He then heard a yell from his left and saw her rushing towards him.
At first he thought she was going to hug him
But as soon as he saw the knife,
He lost hope.
She ran,
Knife holding up high.
He gripped her hand and disarmed her.
He then pinned her towards the wall.
She tried to break free but it was useless.
"Listen to me! Listen to me!" He yelled at her and shook her.
He then pushed her hair behind her ears,
Reveling her green eyes.
Filled with fear and terror.
"So what now?" she whispered.
"Kill me? Go ahead."
He looked at her and leaned forward to kiss her.
She felt loved,
Safe.
She felt everything but trouble.
I love him, She thought.
Even though he's a killer.
"I would never do anything to hurt you,"
He whispered softly in her ear.
"But, I would do anything to stop a killer!"
She took out her pocket knife and stabbed him in his abdomen.
She kissed his lips and said,
"See you in hell!"
Filled with raged and betrayal,
He summons whats left of his strength and took out the knife.
He then stabs her in her heart.
"I love you," He said,
His voice was weak.
Her heart stopped beating.
And as they fell together,
She took his hand and gripped it tightly.
She then landed on his chest.
Both lovers shall reunite once more.
In hell.
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