#WritcoStoryPrompt28
Wide, frightened eyes took in the casual gait of the man walking towards her. Cold beads of sweat broke out across her forehead. It couldn't be him, could it?
It was him! That smirk on his thin lips was too cruel to belong to someone else.
But how could it be? She had killed him years ago!... It was impossible, right? He was the one who kidnapped her? She had no other choice unless she wanted her friends, family and herself to get killed. She was shivering all over. Maybe he had a...