Part 2
Elizabeth gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a brandy drinker with strong arms and brunette hair. Once, she had even helped a shy owl recover from a flying accident.
Peter approached the window with what looked like a big knife, Elizabeth didn't know what to do. She decided to run to the kitchen to defend herself before calling the police.
Elizabeth could here a knock at the door and then a sudden crash, Peter was letting himself in, "where are you?" he screamed.
Elizabeth could tell that the police would not be able to save her on time
Leave Part 2 to:
Best Posts From cecistrau
We have not curated any of cecistrau's posts yet. But you can encourage our curation team to review posts by visiting them regularly and by referring other readers. Because we give priority to frequently read content.