Call out for help and hope for the best.
From Create Your Own Story
Figuring you'll never reach the knife, get it open, and do enough damage in time to stop this maniac, you place your hope in the woman behind the door.
"HELP!" You scream, with all your might. "There's only one left!"
The man pinning you to the wall just studies your face with a smile, but you can feel an erection growing between his legs, pressing now into your thigh. A great big erection.
"Keep. Yelling." He whispers, his sore ridden face contorted into a twisted smile. "I like it."
"HELP!" You yell again. "PLEASE!" You scream with all your might, and the man starts to laugh. He leans in a little closer, and you turn your head away and close your eyes. You can't even think anymore, knowing what he's prepared to do to you.
Suddenly, there's a dull thud, and the man's grip goes slack. You open your eyes and find him collapsed in front of you, bleeding from his mouth, his nose, and even his ears. You look up and see a short blonde, with big round blue eyes waving a baseball bat around.
"Who are you!?" She demands, swinging the bat back over her shoulder, poised to take a swing at you.
"I live down the street!" You hurriedly tell her, hands going up to show her you're unarmed. "I was trying to help."
From behind the woman, a bright light comes on, nearly blinding you. You can hear another woman's voice quietly speak. "He's not like them. Look at his face. It's clear."
You feel a hand grab your sleeve, and start pulling you towards the light.
"My flashlight!" You say.
"Fuck your flashlight," calls the woman with the light.
