What was that sound!
She had awoken from a troubled sleep, panting and gasping for breath and now she could not decide if the sound was from the dream or if it was real for that matter.
The sound again! She heard it clearly this time, the sound of shattering glass. She felt a chill crawl down her spine. She could barely move, terror has completely immobilized her and as she strained her ears in the dark, she could only hear the sound of her heart hammering away in her chest.
Mustering all her strength, she tiptoed towards the room exit door and cautiously descended the flight of stairs. Once down, she flipped on the lights, her knees almost buckled when the lights refused to come on. Remembering the torch on the table, she quickly grabbed it and pointed in the direction of the door. Nothing. And then she saw it, the broken window. Almost immediately, she turned, a fraction of a second too late. A swinging hand, a bright light and then blackness.
When she came to, the room was dark. She tried to move but realized her hands and feet were bound to her bed post. She tried to scream and discovered she'd been gagged. Out of the corner of her eyes she could barely make out a giant figure a few yards away. The pounding in her head was incessant now, it probably felt like her skull had been crushed. She could not feel though, fear eroded her sense of pain. Who was he? What does he want with her?
From the corners of her eyes she saw him walk towards her, a scalpel in hand. Her eyes looked at him pleading but he seemed to be oblivious as he brought the scalpel to the small of her stomach, ripping her clothes off. She began to struggle frantically.
"Shhh," he said "this will be over soon."
He's eyes shone like glasses. She was certain he was going to kill her, she could see it in his eyes. No, she wasn't afraid of dying. It was what he'd do before he killed her that scared her. She began to whimper.
The sound of her cry seem to infuriate him, he ripped off all her clothes and then without warning plunged the scalpel deep into the side of her stomach. Blinding pain shot all the way to her brain. She knew it was a flesh wound and she wasn't dead yet, but as the blood flowed freely and as she slipped into the dark void beneath, there was only one thought in her mind
"I don't wanna die."
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