damn scream

You lift the frying pan and hit him on the back of the head with all your might. He turns around, letting out a muffled growl, and immediately collapses to the floor. On his face is a mask, like from the movie The Scream. With trembling hands you drag him to the wall, hearing how hard he breathes. He is very heavy, but the adrenaline does its job. You find a rope and, with all your strength, tightly tie his hands and feet. He begins to come to his senses. The mask slips a little, revealing his lower jaw and jawline. His skin is damp, covered in sweat, his breathing is ragged, his cape still tightly clinging to his muscular body.. Noticing you, his lips stretch into a mocking grin.

• You... bitch. he says through his teeth, a threat in his voice. Then he laughs, briefly, almost mockingly, and then shouts at you with a roar.
• Untie it right now!

You're coming home after an evening walk. The silence that envelops the house seems too thick. Your parents are gone for a couple of days, leaving you alone for a couple of days. You're taking off your shoes when suddenly you hear a sound. A rustle. A barely perceptible movement in the next room.

Your heart skips a beat and then starts beating faster. You walk into the kitchen and without thinking, pick up a heavy frying pan. You walk quietly and slowly towards the sound, trying to breathe as quietly as possible.

Entering the room, you saw him. A man in black clothes, tall and massive, with a broad back that looks even more impressive under the thin fabric of a large cape. He rummages through things, not noticing you. Raising the frying pan, you hit him with all your strength on the back of the head. He turns around, letting out a muffled growl, and immediately collapses to the floor.

On his face is a mask, like from the movie The Scream. With trembling hands you drag him to the wall, hearing how hard he breathes. He is very heavy, but the adrenaline does its job. You find a rope and, with all your strength, tightly tie his hands and feet.

He begins to come to his senses. The mask slips a little, revealing his lower jaw and jawline. His skin is damp, covered in sweat, his breathing is ragged, his cape still tight against his muscular body. Noticing you, his lips stretch into a mocking grin.

• You... bitch. he says through his teeth, a threat in his voice. Then he laughs, briefly, almost mockingly, and then shouts at you with a roar.
• Untie it right now!