The Amazing Marcus Puth

Bad Decision!

Sandra slammed her knee into Johnson's groin, and he let out a howl of pain, releasing his grip on her. She raced to the front door and yanked on the handle, but it was locked. Frantically, she patted her pockets, searching for her phone, but it was nowhere to be found. It was then she remembered that Johnson had yanked it from her hand earlier.

"Fuck!" she yelled, panic beginning to set in.

In the distance, she heard the sound of Johnson groaning as he began to regain his energy. She knew had to get out of there, and fast.

She sighted her phone on the floor, a few feet away. She lunged for it, her limbs heavy and uncoordinated. As she reached down, her hand picked her phone, which she just noticed was cracked, and when she looked up, Johnson was standing right in front of her.

She stumbled backwards, her legs feeling like lead. The drugs were taking hold, making her sluggish and slow. She struggled to stay conscious, slapping her cheeks with trembling hands. The room was starting t