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
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