The note had been simple. Do not open the door. He placed it under the gap. That way they would see it and then maybe they would listen. All they had to do was keep the door shut.
Beating his fist against the hard wood, he watched with wide, fearful eyes as soft footsteps moved towards him. There was a pause. His breath stilled and beads of cold sweat washed over his body.
The locked clicked and the door opened.
He lunged forward and wrapped his hand around her neck, squeezing until her peach face turned blotchy and red as her eyes filled with tears. He forced her to the ground, his grip tightening as he reached into his pocket and pulled the freshly sharpened pocketknife. He unclipped the blade and pressed the tip against her tearstained cheek.
“I told you not to open the door.”