Fear consumed me, as I stared terrified at their glowing brown eyes, as the person came closer, kinda seeing their details, “please… please don’t hurt me,” I cried, not caring about the things that are spewing out of her mouth, “hmmm, let's get started, we have so much to do,” she mumbled to herself, ignoring my pleads.
The crazy bitch stood up, moving a trolley full of instruments that made me freeze in horror, tears falling uncontrollably, my throat tightening, “noooo… no,” I whispered, struggling against my restraints, as she approaches me with a long hunting knife, “your skin is so beautiful, so perfect,” she mumbled, kneeling in front of me again, as I let out a strangled cry as she dragged the sharp jagged blade on my cheek, the cold steel meeting hot tears.
