I Can Go Get My Knife

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Narrator's POV:

The woman watched as he took her prize down the other alley. She wanted to be mad. All she felt, however was lust.

Annaleigh's POV:

I groan trying to understand what the hell is happening to me. I remember someone trying to drag me down an alley but I got away. Then it hit me. After got away I bumped into Matt.

Matt pulled me into his arms hugging me close a little too close. I remember it started to get hard to breath. I must have passed out.

Looking around I find that I can't really see anything. The night air on my skin tells me that I'm still outside. I wonder where Matt is.

"Matt." I call out hoping that he's alright.

A noise to my left catches my attention. I turn my head only to find darkness. Maybe that woman has come back for me.

Out of the shadows steps Matt. He looks different somehow. That's when I see the knife in his hand.

He walks closer to me. I crawl backwards away from him. This only seems to please him judging from the smile that takes up residence on his face.

A whimper escapes as he stops right in front of me. Matt bends down to my level. The knife is brought to the bottom of my dress.

"Pl-please d-don't hurt m-me. I have money I can pay you." I offer him.

He lets out a bone chilling chuckle. His head shakes back and forth. It's clear that he doesn't want my money.

The beautiful dress is cut from my body in one swift slice. In that moment I realize that this isn't the first time Matt's cut a woman's clothes off. My eyes squeeze shut when he moves to repeat the process with my bra.

A moment later the crisp breeze ghosts across my nipples turning them in to stiff peaks. He slides the knife down my stomach to my hip. The left is the first side of my panties to go. I swallow down the bile in my throat as the right side follows not too long after.

Pushing myself up on my arms I scramble back further away from him. That's when I hit the wall. Oh fuck they're nowhere else for me to go.

Matt pounces on top of me. I blindly reach into the darkness. I pray that there's something to help me get away.

My fingers touch something metal. I just barely able to get my hand around it. Without any hesitation I swing it as hard as I can at Matt's head.

Instead of hitting his head I hit the juncture where his shoulder meets his neck. Thankfully it's enough to knock him unconscious. Without looking back I run for my life.

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