Fear rose up my throat as I tried to blink my high away. I swallowed hard eyeing the knife. "Tim..."
He moved up to me fast, catching me surprise and grabbing my neck with his free hand before I could do anything, pushing and holding me against the wall. "You don't get to say my name." He whispered waving the shank in front of my face. He turn pointed it towards my neck with a big smile on my face. "I've been waiting along time for this."
"No...please..." I choked out clawing at his hands.
He laughed. "Yes, beg! Beg for your miserable life." He let go and let me fall to the floor gasping for air, I tried to stand up but he kicked me in the chest. I let out a gasp, feeling lucky that the heroin was still hitting me strong. "Stand the **** up."
He was having fun with me I could tell, and it didn't bother me as long as he wasn't killing me.
If I could just delay that long enough for someone to come in and find him, stop him, then I could be saved.
I slowly stood up, holding onto a nearby cabinet for support. "Look, you don't have to do this." I said fumbling with the thoughts in my head in search for something I could say. "Think of how long you'll be in here if you kill me!"
He cackled moving back and forth with me, making sure I couldn't get back out of the corner. "Think of how long I'm in here regardless you little ****."
I thought fast as he inched in closer pulling the shank back getting ready to attack. "You deserved it!" I cried out right as he started to swing the blade.
"What?" He was...