Tik. Tok. Tik. Tok.
I'm surrounded by darkness and dead silence. The only things I'm aware of are the fact that I'm tied down to a chair and that there's a clock ticking somewhere in the room. With every second I'm even more scared. I'm gonna die. There's no doubt in that. But is it gonna be a quick death? Terrbile thoughts cross my mind making shivers run down my spine. Torture? I know what happened to most of his victims. Yet I chose to ignore. What's worse than dying because of your own heart's stupidity? It's like I was blind. I thought he changed. Actually, I was even more selfish, I thought he changed for me.
The door squeaks and heavy footsteps approach me. I guess I should say my farewell.