4 June 2012
The tip of the sharp knife is hanging above my pale neck. I breathe in heavily and inhale the thick smoke from the attackers cigarette. It makes me cough and splutter. The man hisses silently and places the dagger further up my neck. Scared, I lick my lips and the sweet taste of blood gradually is causing an explosion in my dry mouth. I am so thirsty so I swallow my own spit and stringy saliva. The stranger gulps down his 5th bottle of Carlsberg. He has taken my phone, keys and wallet. Swiftly, I take panicking breaths. Keep calm.
Blood And Love. Ch.1 • Opuss № I