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Kidnapped and Killed
He took me from my home.
He went through all the trouble.
But will he do it?
I want to scream.
But scream I dare not.
His blade... I can feel it against my neck.
So sharp and rigid.
The pain from the beatings.
The starvation in my stomach.
All led to this moment... this night.
But I still wonder if he'll do it.
He scares me.
I wish he would just release me.
I can smell him on me.
His breath is putrid and stings my eyes.
I can feel the grip of his arms around me tighten.
He promises me death.
But will he do it?
He pulled me away from the window.
No more moon and stars.
Into the darkness he took me.
I could feel the burning of the cuts,
And feel the dried blood that was once fresh.
Why won't he just finish it?
He whispers in my ear.
His words are those I cannot hear.
He pushes the blade deeper.
He wants me to feel the life pouring from me.
It's slow torture with too much pain.
Why won't he just do it?
Get it over with already!
He lets go of me and throws me to the side.
Suddenly, I hear the voices coming toward us.
Startled, he ran to the door, checking the lock.
Then he came back...
Was he finally going to finish it?
Footsteps come closer to the door.
The shadows I can see under it.
The voices grow louder.
A war of noise and bustling on the other side.
I can hear them screaming my name.
Will they find us first?
Or will he kill me now?
He came back to me.
Whispering again into my ear.
I'm so exhausted, so close to begging.
My rescuers just outside that door.
But my killer is right by my side.
What is stalling him?
What is he waiting for?
Then, just when I thought he'd given up...
The decision was made with wide eyes,
As the door opened and my body fell.
