C67 SIXTY-SEVEN

*** Smith Bridget P.O.V ***

“No… Please, get away from me,” I tried to stop him from coming closer but I am completely helpless. I don’t know what to do. My breathing quickened like I was going to have panic attacks.

He eventually got to me with that familiar evil smirk on his disgustingly, ugly face. I shut my eyes and couldn’t help but hope silently that someone… Anyone would come to save me