Ellimac

“I’m giving you ten seconds to leave.” “What?” I nearly whisper. Placing me back onto my bare feet, he moves away, his demeanor drastically changing. “If you’re not gone in ten seconds, then your decision has been made.” “The night isn’t over.” “Ten,” he begins. “We had a deal,” I press. “Nine.” “I asked you to bring my darkest fantasies to life.” “Eight,” he tests. “I want this,” I admit, more to myself than to him. “Seven.” “I want you.” “Six,” he sharply exhales. “Five. Four.” “I’m not changing my mind,” I boldly tell him. “Three…” “Two,” I taunt. Suddenly, he becomes silent. Allowing me a final moment to change my mind. To run. Although, I don’t move an inch. And his eyes narrow. “One.”
― Molly Doyle, Scream For Us