Her heart raced, pounding against her ribcage like a frantic drum.
She could hear her ex-boyfriend’s heavy footsteps echoing behind her, each step a reminder of the rage that fueled his pursuit.
“Sarah! Get back here!” he shouted, his voice dripping with anger.
Panic surged through her veins as she glanced over her shoulder, catching a glimpse of his furious expression.
With nowhere left to run, she spotted the elevator doors sliding shut at the end of the corridor.
Desperation fueled her sprint as she dove into the small, cold space, praying for a miracle.
But as the doors closed behind her, she realized she wasn’t alone.
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