Writing Exercise From Today. Word - Burglary

Writing Exercise - Word: Burglary

My heart pounded as I looked around. My whole apartment had been trashed! Things were broken everywhere! Things toppled over. There didn't seem to be anything that wasn't touched. Well, except for the kitchen table. The view of it all sent shivers down my back. Was this random or did someone specifically go after ME. I did have enemies like my Ex-Husband and this woman, Jackie, at work. I never knew why she didn't like me specifically, but she didn't like me. I didn't think she was capable of doing something like this. She was more hot air than anything else. So that left my Ex-husband Mark. But what could he have been after? It’s not like I had a bunch of a things that were useful to him, or worth much. But it could have just been someone off the street as well.

I went to a sliding panel on the floor in a corner under the brown rug. Under the panel was a safe. It could only be opened by my thumb print. As I pressed my thumb against the sensor, the safe popped open. I looked inside. There were still all my passports, birth certificates, money, jewelry and a flash drive. I looked at it and sighed. I was happy that everything was there.

Just as I started putting everything back a hand went around my neck pulling me up to my feet. 

“Hi, Sarah,” said a familiar voice. It sent a shiver down my spine! It was someone I didn't expect; a colleague. “I was just waiting for you,” he said with a happy, seductive voice.

Suddenly I felt the pinch in my neck and everything began to turn dark; my body feeling like putty.

“Now you’re mine,” he whispered into my ear.

A Quote from Assassin's Seduction

"Isn't it dangerous to get to know your prey?" she asked as she bit her lower lip again. 

Assassin's Seduction Teaser - The Beginning

Thought I would share part of the beginning as another teaser. :-)

Part of Chapter 1

He had her by the hair on her knees. The gun was placed at the back of her skull where it was sure to rip straight through her spinal cord killing her almost instantaneously. As long as it was quick, she didn't care. Laurissa Fox would have killed herself already had she not stopped herself in the bathroom only yesterday. The razor blade was still there, waiting at the edge of the sink for her to use. Now she wouldn't need it, she thought. In fact, he would be doing her a favor, taking this burden from her shoulders.

The man holding her down with the gun could tell that she wasn't afraid. She wasn't  shaking. There was no pleading for her life. She seemed resigned. Quiet . . . still . . . waiting . . .

“You do understand that I'm going to blow your head off, right?" he said with surprise. His British accent did nothing to soften the harshness of his voice. "There's no coming back from that . . . You'll be dead. Don't you care?"

"Why should I?" she asked. "You want me scared? Because it's not going to happen. You can't scare someone whose not afraid to die . . .Whose already dead inside . . . Now are you going to shut the hell up and pull the trigger or what?" she asked, staring at the Persian rug her  knees were sinking into.