He pressed the muzzle of the gun on my forehead and corked it, slightly pushing my head back. I screamed, jumping off the bed and crawling towards the door. He was on top of me in haste, ordering me to be quiet by shoving the pistol on my neck. I shut my eyes tight, letting my tears flow freely and calling on to my maker. He was the only one who could save me.

He opened his mouth to speak but a loud bang halted his words and he froze. “Open up, it’s the police!” I sighed in relief and afforded a huge smile. Finally, my invocations were answered.

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