Dark skin, darker eyes.
Tall.... six five? Maybe six six?
Wide back and strong arms.
Handsome and clean.
Long dark hair, curling and damp with heat and tied back hastily at the nape of his neck, maybe a tattoo peeking from his collar?
I study the man in front of me discreetly, I keep my breath even. I'm good at being discreet, I can catalog a man without him even noticing.
This time it's different.
I don't scan for things like wedding rings or tan lines, I try to memorise scars, limps or any distinguishing features.
My heart racing, I keep my head still and look through the small gap where the blindfold has slipped, I see as much as I can through tearful eyes but keep quiet and calm.
This is not how I die.
