"Try not to be frightened, my dear. It'll be over soon." The young woman still squirmed and tried to scream past the gloved hand over her mouth. "The more you struggle, the longer you will suffer. I suggest you be still."
Her movements stopped abruptly, but her eyes were still moving quickly, as if she was having a seizure. His free hand grabbed the pillow from beneath her and put it over her face. He put his knee on her chest to keep her down, an dpressed down on the pillow.
She started to fight again. Her hands were tied behind her back, and she tried to pull them free. The screaming began again, but it only made her run out of air faster.
She tried to bring her legs up to kick him, but it was to no avail. Her futile resistance became weaker, as did her muffled yelling, until finally she lay limp and lifeless.
Satisfied with his most recent kill, the man got off the bed. The girl had many valuable items, but his purpose was not to steal.
As he turned toward the door, he noticed that the girl's eyes were open. That happened sometimes, and it never bothered him before, but now it felt like she was staring into his soul. It was unnerving.
That night, when the man went to bed, the last thing he saw before he fell asleep was the girl's eyes, staring right at him.
I'm sorry I'm spamming you people with these stories. But, hey look! This is my fifth story! I can be a beta now!
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