18: Sarah: Trapped

Sarah’s Point of view:

I stood frozen in the kitchen, my eyes fixed on Alex's sinister grin. How did he get in?

The house is a modern luxury home with soaring ceilings and sleek interior design. The living room features a stone fireplace and plush furnishings, while the bedrooms offer serene retreats, each with its own unique character. The kitchen is a culinary dream, equipped with high-end appliances and ample counter space.

It was a perfect sanctuary for me. It gave me the peace I needed.

But now, Alex was here, shattering the peace. He stood up, his eyes fixed on me, and advanced. I tried to move, but my legs wouldn't budge. He grabbed me, his fingers digging into my arms like vice grips.

Alex's presence seemed to mock the very essence of this sanctuary. "Welcome home, Sarah," he whispered. I felt a chill run down my spine as he gripped my arms, his fingers digging deep into my skin. How did he get in? What did he want? And how could I escape?

I struggled to break free