The young woman on the bed saw only blackness. At first, she thought he must have blindfolded her. She could feel the ropes on her arms and legs that he’d used to restrain her to the bed. But she realized there was no blindfold. As her eyes adjusted to the lack of light in the room, she was able to make out a shadowy figure in there with her.
It was him.
He was watching her.
How long had he been there?
How long had she been there?
The figure moved quietly to the side of the bed now, took out a large knife, and placed the knife against the woman’s throat.
She began to sob.
He took the knife away from her throat then and—for just a few seconds—it almost seemed like this was part of some kind of sex game. He stroked her hair and the side of her face gently. He leaned down and kissed her.
Then he raised the knife back in the air—and plunged it into the woman’s chest.