Black spots clouded my vision. As he unlocked the door and pushed me through it, I felt the sharp prick of his knife on my back. “Don't do anything stupid,” he whispered hoarsely into my ear. “I wouldn’t think twice about breaking your neck right now. Instant death.”I groaned in agreement. Tears flowed down my cheeks. He opened the door and loud techno music assaulted my ears. I must have been naïve to think anyone would even hear my screams. Like most nights of the week, and weekends in particular, our apartment building sounded like a disco. I used to like the noise because it made me feel safe, assured me I was not alone. Who would have thought that noise would be the very thing to ensure my death?Jude poked his head out and peered down the corridor. Seeing no one, he escorted me through it, toward a door just two down from mine. “This is where I’ve been living for the past six months.”He had been so close. Too close. And like last time, I had not even noticed. But how could I?
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