I don’t know where I am now and how I could be here. I look around the room and hardly see anything because the lighting is only from a candle on the drawer. My head is still spinning around and can’t think clearly. I try to get up, but just realize that my hands and legs are tying up with a rope. My hands start shaking. Who did this to me? I try to release my hands, but I can’t, it’s really tight. There is a crack from a door, someone is coming inside. I start to get panic.
The person closes the door and in a second he/she stands behind me. I start to shake uncontrollably. The person presses something sharp into my arm. It’s a knife! And I also realize that I only wear a tank top! Where are my shirt and jacket? I glance to my right where the person presses the knife into my flesh. I start to cry and scream. The person is just laughing like my screaming is just a humor for him. Him! He moves his knife and slices my arm, it really hurts and I cry and scream out loud beg him to stop. He continues to torture me until my voice has gone.
Blood is streaming down from both my arms. I can’t move right now. My arms feel so numb. He keeps tormenting me with his knife and now it moves to my back. I try my best begging him to stop, but he won’t listen. I don’t know who the hell he is. As far as I know, I don’t have enemies. He stops slicing my back and walks toward me. He is in front of me now. I try to stay awake, but my lids are so heavy. He lifts my chin with his knife to look at him. It scratches my chin and blood is dripping from it. I accidentally see his hand which holds a knife and look at his wrist. My eyes wide open as I recognize the tattoo on his wrist. I look at his face and see the familiar face.
“Do you miss me?” his laugh is drowned by my screaming.
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