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Beckett paced around her apartment. The detail outside her apartment was a constant reminder of the danger she was in. The man that wanted to kidnap her and cause her harm to no end. Aaron Simpson.
Aaron Simpson had been busted by Beckett two years ago on a drug charge, but cut a deal with the DA. And now he was out for blood, for revenge.
Beckett checked the time on the old clock on her mantle. 10:37. An acceptable bedtime, Beckett thought. She was dazed, thinking about her day. She just went through the motions, brushing her hair, her teeth. She was like a zombie, hardly paying any attention to anything until that voice drifted toward her. His voice. The floor seemed to shift under her as she turned, ever so slowly, to face Aaron.
"Hi Katie. How's about a hug for old time sake, hmmm?" Aaron's muscular arms opened wide, but he knew that Kate wasn't going to hug him. She wasn't going to go anywhere near him. His face was chiseled, his chest hard. He had been working out that entire time in jail.
Kate stared at him, fear practically tangible in the room. Hey beautiful hazel eyes flashed to the hand that had just pulled out a blade from his pocket. He flipped it lazily between his fingers, taunting Kate. She took a step backwards, and Aaron closed the distance in one stride.
Kate spun around and ran, against her better judgment. She jumped over her coffee table and kicked it into Aaron's way. She heard him curse and stumble, and Kate risked a glance backwards. Aaron was up again, and right on her heels. The ruckus they were making was enough for anyone to call the cops, but unfortunately to Kate, there was a couple that fought nearly everyday.
Aaron reached out in front of him, smiling triumphant as his hand grasped Kate's collar, yanking her down to the floor. Her head hit the floor with a sickening thud. Kate grunted, and soon her eyes could focus on the ominous man standing above, grinning down maliciously.
Kate stared up, fear clouding her eyes as she tried to scuttle backwards. Aaron moved forward, eyes trained on Kate. Suddenly, he sprang forward, one foot stepping on Kate's hand, the other landing on her shoulder.
Kate's squeal echoed through the house, immediately muffled by Aaron's enormous hand.
"Shhh, shhh Katie." Aaron cooed. He put more weight on his foot, crushing Kate's hand. And he didn't stop until he heard the few crack, crack! under-foot. He broke a few of Kate's fingers, causing tears to spring to her eyes. But she wouldn't give him the satisfaction.
"Aaron," She began to plead, but her held the blunt edge of his blade to her mouth.
"Don't worry, Katie. We're gonna run away together." He smirked, like the idea was ever remotely pleasant.
"But first things first." He muttered, tracing the tip along Kate's cheek bone, her chin. Please, she thought, Please let me die quick.
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