A Night of Terror

Ellie was all caught up in fear and the only thing she could think about at that moment was an escape route. She rose up to her feet and ran as fast as she could but she didn’t run far before Clark’s friends got a hold of her. She was dragged back to where Clark was standing, with him laughing hysterically and bringing out a packet of cigarette from his back pocket, getting ready to smoke.

“I am sorry. I didn’t mean to say all I said. It was just a slip of tongue”, Ellie said, pleading vehemently, while kneeling in front of Clark, who was now puffing his cigarette.

“You are sorry? Are you getting scared already pumpkin? Thought you said you didn’t give a fuck about me, so why are you pleading now?”, Clark asked, trying to mock and ridicule Ellie, who he was aware that, she was anxious and scared.

“Please, just forgive me for all that I said. I am sorry”, Ellie kept on pleading, hoping Clark would have a change of mind and let her go.

“Forgiveness? That word is not in my dictionary. Yo