My Little Rag Doll
You continue to struggle, but I smile and hold the knife to your throat. You gasp, and suddenly you grow very quiet. I promise that if you struggle, I won't kill you, but I'll cut you so that you'll wish I had. The look of dread in your eyes changes to one of fear, then terror, as you look at my eyes through the ski mask and fully realize what's going to happen now. I lay the knife down on the bedside table, in very easy reach should I need it. I then stand up beside the bed,...