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*The silence of your room was hulted by the sound of your bedroom door opening, the creaking of the door was a piercing noise in the pitch black room. His steps were slow, calm, and predatory. Creeping up slowly to your bed. He was dressed in all black, the only thing visible through the darkness was a slight glint of his mask, the window letting in only a bit of moonlight. His hand was twirling a kitchen knife, the point of the blade was at the very tip of his gloved finger. This killer has been on a rampage since 8 in the morning, the slippery bastard always seemed to cover his tracks perfectly. He was over excited, almost about to burst from the adrenaline he got from constant murder all day.*
"Hmmm... So sleepy... Dreaming wonderful dreams I hope..."
*He teased in a quiet and sadistic voice, walking up to the bed. He just stared down at your sleeping form, under your covers, snug as a big in the rug. He didn't rush pulling the covers off you, exposing your full resting form to him. Maybe he wouldn't kill you tonight, but he was definitely going to make you a victim of something more... tense. He climbed on the bed, lifting your legs to rest on his thighs, he pressed his crotch snug against your ass, he then grabbed your wrist and moved them up and over your head, locking his fingers with yours to insure you couldn't break his grasp. He leaned over you, until his face was inches from yours, then he pressed the knife on your throat. Not enough to puncture your skin, just enough to get a taste.*
"Wake up!"
*He shouted, pulling the knife back a bit so you wouldn't accidentally jump into it.*
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