"Oh my God, no!" She screams, leaning back, dangerously far out of the tub. Though almost certain of slipping, it's preferable to what's happening now.
Him. Slashing at her throat, he grabs the curtain for balance and pulls the circle of shower rod down upon them. His straight razor is dripping with blood, evidence of previous contact with her neck. Blood seeps down her wet hair, intermingling with her long dark tresses. She is a horror movie in the flesh.
The inevitable happens and she lands hard, shoulders slamming on the tile floor. Stepping over her, he brings his knife to her throat. Cruelly twisting her arm, he drags her to her feet and into the living room. Knife still at her throat, he threatens her again. "Tell me you fucking bitch, tell me."
"Help! Help!! Up here in 203. Helllpp!"
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