Haunting-Adeline

Above him, the stars are twinkling bright, and the nearly full moon is
cas ng a so white glow down in the room.
It’s almost dooming that the sky happens to be completely clear of
clouds tonight. Overcast skies constantly plague Sea le.
I swallow, tears pricking my eyes.
“Such a gentleman, le ng me look at the stars as you murder me,” I
mouth off, forcing the words through my ghtened throat.
I really need to shut the fuck up. But I can’t seem to stop myself.
Apparently, when I’m in a life-threatening situa on, all I can manage to do
is make it worse.
Some might call it fearlessness, but I just call it stupidity.
He supports himself on one hand as the other reaches behind him. I
open my mouth, gearing up for more insults, when his arm reappears, a
gun in his hand.
Another audible click of my teeth later, and I’m back to being choked
silent with fear.
“You let a man touch you in here. Make you come,” he states, his tone
bled dry of emo on. “Normally, I’d replace his fingers with my own, but I
think you need something else to teach you a lesson.”
“Okay, I’m sorry,” I rush out, my eyes widening as he points the gun to
my chest. “I-I’m really, rea—”
“Shh,” he hushes. “You’re not sorry yet, li le mouse. But you will be.”