The Secretary

Nightmares

She turned. Now face to face with fear its self. Her misty grey eyes glistened in the spot light as the crowd chanted their cursive words at her. Each one stabbing her like a knife. She could hear the words getting louder and louder as the realisation of the scenario sunk in. As she hung there by her wrists, conpletely naked, all she wanted to do was die.

Clarissa heard a loud scream but not from another. But from herself. It was uncontrollable and the more she wished it to stop, the louder it became. She eventually let the pain happen as there was no escape in sight. It was over.

She could see the demonic smile on his face as he caressed her body with his blade and slowly moved towards her stomach. He carved into her skin pieces of a puzzle that she would never find. No matter how hard she dug her nails into his skin, he showed not intention of mercy towards her.

The pain was like the venomous bite of an Adder into a mouse. Clarissa let herself fall to the floor and lie in her own pool of blood, praying that he had gone. Praying it was over.