BANG! BANG!...BANG! BANG!
I sat with an evil smirk on my face in front of the monitor, the camera facing my bruised, gagged, and bound wife. She banged on the door, using her shoulder, in an attempt to get out. To her dismay she was trapped in the dark, dank cellar. The only light came from a sconce which held a candle with a nearly non-existent flame. The tears came down her face, black with makeup. A smirk arose as she finally ceased. tick... tick... tick... tick... I paced the perimeter of the room. Paranoia struck me. The situation seemed as though it were the perfect crime. Questions raced through my mind as my heart began to beat endlessly faster. What will I do with her body? Where will I hide it? How can I keep people from noticing she is gone? Panic set in thoroughly as I sat in my creaking wooden chair. The walls seemed to close in. The roof looked as if it would cave in within moments. My breaths became unsteady and a faint beeping sound was heard. I searched every dark corner and nook of the small, claustrophobic room for the noise. My eyes shot open. I smile at the fact that it was only a dream. I turned to look at my wife but she was not there beside me in our bed. I feel pressure on my body. I turn my head to look up and see my wife holding a sharp, glistening knife. "Goodnight, sweetheart," she smirked as she held the knife to my throat. I look at the wicked smile upon her face. A horrible pain followed and I took in a sharp breath, breathing for the last time.
