You looked at your hands, covered with sticky, disgusting blood. The feeling of panic in your chest was growing. Tate, until recently charismatic and flirtatious, looked at you as his prey, which he wants to deal with as soon as possible.

-You should have started being afraid much later. Well, I'll give you a chance to escape, little rabbit. you abruptly turned around and ran to the cash register to find the spare keys to the store door.