Seven Dreams

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As soon as the elevator doors parted, I bent down, ready to rush inside. But Zack grabbed my arm.

He held me up in his arms. Noticing that I wanted to shout, he covered my mouth. Though he was a gentle professor, he had great strength.

I struggled and slapped him with all my strength but it was useless.

I was taken back to the bedroom and thrown on the bed by Zack. I sat up and shrank back, trembling and whispering, "Don't kill me."

Zack looked down at me coldly. "Didn't I tell you? I'm not a bad person." His eyes were dark and frightening.

My face turned pale in an instant. This was exactly what he said to me in my dream.

Wasn't it a dream?

I wanted to ask him something but I was too frightened to make a sound.

When I came to my senses, Zack had already handcuffed me to the head of the bed.

I asked, "How many people have you killed?" He did it skillfully. I thought Zack was probably a pervert serial killer.