"You've turned me into a monster. This is your doing… all your doing," Connor said. He smirked, and took the knife to her throat. Vicky was panicking not knowing what to do. He looked at her, and slit her throat.
Vicky woke up again. She was sweating, and painting heavily. Vicky sat up on the bed. It was six in the morning. Vicky scratched her eyes, and looked at the clock again. Vicky got up from the bed, and walked to the shower.
After a shower, she walked down. Connor was still sleeping. Vicky sighed, and walked to the kitchen. She opened the fridge, and closed it again. The fridge was empty. Vicky checked the cabinets. The only thing she was able to find was expired cereal.
Vicky walked back to the living room. The keys to Connor's car were on the tea table, in between his guns. Vicky tiptoed next to the tea table. She reached for the keys. Her fingers were a few inches away from the keys.
