FVMA Play dead
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| - | You conserve whatever air you have left and do your best to play dead. You wait for what seems like eternity and just when you think your not going to last another second the pillow lifts. You swiftly | + | You conserve whatever air you have left and do your best to play dead. You wait for what seems like eternity and just when you think your not going to last another second the pillow lifts. Your burning lungs finally feel relief as air rushes into your bosom and the yips of your neighbor's dog once again fills your ears. Once the fresh oxygen hits your brain you swiftly remember the predicament your in and roll off the opposite side of the bed. |
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| + | You hear your attacker calmly approach knowing full well that in your current state you don't even stand a chance. Knowing this to be true you decide to flee. Forcing yourself to your feet you sprint towards the door to your living room. You reach for the handle and in one big thrust you dislodge the handle!! | ||
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| + | "What the..." You think before your attacker is upon you. He covers your mouth and you see the glint of the moonlight bouncing off a blade before your neck. | ||
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| + | "Nice try" He says in a silky voice before he swiftly clamps a damp rag over your face and you pass out. | ||
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| + | *[[FVMA When you finally wake... | continue]] | ||
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| + | [[Category:Taken By Force]] | ||
Current revision as of 16:33, 3 March 2020
You conserve whatever air you have left and do your best to play dead. You wait for what seems like eternity and just when you think your not going to last another second the pillow lifts. Your burning lungs finally feel relief as air rushes into your bosom and the yips of your neighbor's dog once again fills your ears. Once the fresh oxygen hits your brain you swiftly remember the predicament your in and roll off the opposite side of the bed.
You hear your attacker calmly approach knowing full well that in your current state you don't even stand a chance. Knowing this to be true you decide to flee. Forcing yourself to your feet you sprint towards the door to your living room. You reach for the handle and in one big thrust you dislodge the handle!!
"What the..." You think before your attacker is upon you. He covers your mouth and you see the glint of the moonlight bouncing off a blade before your neck.
"Nice try" He says in a silky voice before he swiftly clamps a damp rag over your face and you pass out.
