As she walked up the stairs, keys in hand shaking because she knew what lies beyond the door.

Turning the keys. a bead of sweat rolls down her face into her bra.

Nervous, she opens the door knowing that she will be naked, pinned on the floor, blooded by them.

Night after night, She wonders if this is hell. But the devil is not someone who you love.

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