7 She's Not the One

With a loud sound, he shut the door completely.

The chill rose from my feet, and the panic made me feel as if my stomach had been gripped by an invisible hand. I stood still and looked into his unfriendly eyes. Those naked eyes made me feel as if my thin gray dress was about to be torn to shreds.

“Now, Delia, you're not going anywhere,” Nick said with a smirk. He dropped his veneer of politeness and stuck out his tongue, licking his lips maliciously.

I had looked around when he came in, and there was nothing in Bernice's room that I could use against him. I could only step back, trembling, until my back was against the wall.

"Not talking?" Nick resented my silence and grabbed me by the neck. His strength was far greater than mine, and his thick palm gripped my throat tightly, and the feeling of suffocation made me groan in pain. I gripped his hand with both hands, my fingers white with force. "Let go of me." I gasped in pain.