Fiction

Behind closed doors.


She walked down the corridor, humming to herself. Suddenly a door slammed and before she could realise what was happening, she was brutally pushed against the wall. “Don’t scream.”, a voice whispered as a hand slammed on her face. Slowly, the hand fell away and she opened her mouth wide only to utter, “It’s you!”, as she relaxed at the familiar face. A moment later, the world was hers as his lips came down crushing and demanding on her willing mouth.
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