A desperate woman II
Second part of my story.
I feel the cold metal on the base of my scalp. The voice that comes to my ears is even colder : “Don't try to do anything clever if you want to stay alive!” I lift slowly my hands, showing him that I give up. “Is there anyone else in this house?” asks he intruder. “My mother is sleeping there” I say and my right pointer shows him, slowly and carefully, where is the room. He pushes me,guiding me there. “I want you to turn...