?: ...again.

Before I had a chance to react, I was sitting in the sink, my head pressed against the mirror behind me, his hands around my neck. His hands were cold and hard, like the hands of a corpse. There was nothing particularly frightening about the face of my stalker; in fact, he looked like a pleasant man- except for the fact that his thumbs were getting ready to close my windpipe and shut me up forever.

My stalker smiled in the creepiest way imaginable as he leaned in towards me. I caught the reek of cologne coming off his body, and I turned my face away in disgust. His fists tightened around my neck.

“You’ve evaded me for far too long. It’s time to end this. I no longer want the pleasure you have to offer me.”

I struggled and squirmed, stuffed in the sink basin, and managed to get one leg free. I brought my knee up into his stomach with as much foce as I could muster, and took advantage of the slack in his hands’ grip to headbash him.

Thank God I’d taken those self-defense classes.