Clio was told to write a gothic story in class on the spot and this is what she came up with. She doesn’t know if it’s any good, but her teacher did read it to the class… so it should be…
The stranger leaned toward Isobel. He grinned, showing his not- so pearly whites. He reached into his pocket and took out a small knife, slightly smaller than a kitchen knife. Waving it under her nose, the stranger examined her. Already shaking uncontrollably, Isobel now began weeping with terror. He lifted her chin with his finger and placed the blade against her throat. She whimpered, likening to the sound a lost puppy makes. Curling a lock of her golden hair on his finger, he pulled her head backward.
“Please don’t hurt me!” Isobel pleaded with the stranger. “I’ll do anything you want.”
In one swift move, the stranger whipped his knife around and sliced that lock of hair.
“Don’t think you’re off the hook quite yet, love.” Sneering at Isobel, the stranger let go of her lock of hair, which drifted slowly to the grimy, dirty floor.
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