Linked. Chapter 1 (feedback Appreciated)

I ran my shaking with nervousness fingertips along his smoothly tanned abs, pressing my head close against his chest. He cradled me in his warm, powdery smelling hands and I pulled them down to touch my cheek. Slowly, he leaned in and tenderly kissed my perfect pout. Eventually, he removed them and unlinked our fingers. Eager for more, I ran back. Sadly, he looked at me but then he wiped the dejected frown off his face and smiled cheekily. Sleekly reaching for a knife in his disguised pocket, he grabbed my collar, feeling the top of my bra, and pushed me against the wall. I panicked. Swiftly, he pointed the tip of the knife close to my warm neck. Shouting threats, he touched the edge of my neck with the tip of the knife and, slinging my unzipped rucksack over my trembling shoulder, I ran. The sensation was making me panicky and I desperately needed a blow on my inhaler. I promised myself I'd stay strong but the man was literally an inch away from my body and, unluckily, he managed to grab the back of my bra, making it twang and hurt my shoulder. He swivelled me round and dragged me along to the murky river. He had always told me he couldn't swim and I felt this was my chance to get away. Tenderly, he edged my trembling body closer to the black river. A shiver of determination running through my body, I grabbed his designer shirt and threw him violently into the river. I pulled my eyes wide and ran as fast as my long legs could take me. Eyeing the river, he was flapping his arms up and down like a frantic bird in confusion. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to help him incase he stabbed me when I pulled him out of the water, drenched to the bone. My heart was beating as fast as a formula one racing car as I leant my skinny arm on the tall wall, panting. Reaching for my pocket, I grabbed my keys and ran up the stairs to my flat, unlocking the door. Slamming the door behind me I closed the blinds, locked the door and turned my mauve lamp on. Hand on my heart, I flopped onto my sofa and smashed a glass vigorously. Shattering into pieces, my floor was like a junk yard. Crying softly, I closed my eyes, hugging my pillow and screaming into it. Eventually, I cried myself to sleep.