Victim Number Thirty Two

I awaken, cold and groggy Not sure if I'm dreaming It's dark, feel something in my mouth Words won't form, I cannot speak Just muffled grunts Wait, I'm gagged, blindfolded Can feel feet and hands tied I hear feet shuffling towards me I smell the stale smell of unwashed clothes The heavy odor of tobacco fills my nostrils. No words are spoken But then I hear steel on steel of A knife on a sharpener It stops . The feet shuffle closer but at a slower pace Like time spent here was important to this monster. The beast grabs my hair and tilts my head back. Heart is racing , body quaking I feel cold steel again my throat And the last sound I hear, "your next." FOR JERRYS CREEP ME OUT CONTEST