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My Sadist King
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The trunk door flew open and a knife was held to my neck. "Scream and you die," my captor whispered through his teeth. The day had gone away and the sky had become black. Trees surrounded us, the smell of pine reeking from the bark and fallen branches.
"Why did you take me?" I asked, my voice nearly a whisper.
"I like you."
"Why?"
His free hand caressed the side of my sweat-covered face. "You're just like me." He sat at the edge of the trunk, still wielding the knife to my skin. He sighed. "I'm lonely..." he went on. "And I want someone to keep me company." He began to laugh--a swift, demonic chuckle--and rose an eyebrow as he glared down at me. "Is this the part where you say you understand, beg me to let you go, and promise you won't tell anyone about this?"
I shook my head, feeling the sharp point of his knife fighting its way into my neck.
"No..." I said. "I'll go with you."
"Why did you take me?" I asked, my voice nearly a whisper.
"I like you."
"Why?"
His free hand caressed the side of my sweat-covered face. "You're just like me." He sat at the edge of the trunk, still wielding the knife to my skin. He sighed. "I'm lonely..." he went on. "And I want someone to keep me company." He began to laugh--a swift, demonic chuckle--and rose an eyebrow as he glared down at me. "Is this the part where you say you understand, beg me to let you go, and promise you won't tell anyone about this?"
I shook my head, feeling the sharp point of his knife fighting its way into my neck.
"No..." I said. "I'll go with you."