That Man

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"Last night a little dancer came dancin' to my door"

     I awake to the blaring music playing. My head was slightly sore and very fuzzy. With faint vision I caught a glimpse of my surrounding. I was in a room, with hot pinkish to reddish led lights changing slowly for a brief second.

"Last night a little angel came pumping on my floor"

    

My paralyzed body rested on the mattress of a huge bed. I give in a slight nudge from my arm and legs, only to be pulled back harshly, feeling my skin scrape against a rough metal. I turn my head slowly on the right and observe the cuff around my wrist.

"She said come on baby, I got a license for love and if it expires, pray help from above, because"

     I didn't scream. I didn't even try to waste energy. I simply laid here eyes shut tight, listening to the song play out and thought to myself how I failed myself miserably. I could've gotten him, but I didn't.

"In the midnight hour, she cried more, more, more
With a rebel yell she cried more, more, more"

      I opened them quick, my eyes landing over to a red curtain revealing David. He walked over to a table filled with objects on my left that I couldn't quite see from the position I was at. I began scanning the whole room.

     Their wasn't much to it. A dark maroon couch placed on the other side of the room. Speakers hanging from each corner of the room making the walls vibrate consistently.

     I bring my eyes back to David. He was shirtless with only jeans to cover him fully. I traced my eyes from the side of his v line up to the side of his face. His eyes studying the table securely.

     I follow his gaze to the table and catch a glimpse of a dull bright knife. My whole body jolts out of fear, catching David's attention.

     His face expression turns to a very sinister look. A look I've never seen before from him. His eyes shallow and dark, his lips grinned expressively.

    After a split second of stare, I rip my eyes from his face to hand. I watch him slowly grab ahold of a sharp knife into his hand, showing off the knife playfully in his hand in front of me, letting me take in a good sight of the small dull object.

     He places it behind the pocket of his jeans settling it there for now. Then reaches back over to the table taking a black silk fabric.

     As we glare at one another, he begins walking over to me. My stomach turns with fear overwhelming me.

     I start to question death more now. I was going to be tortured to death I'm sure I was. I began praying even though I'd given up god by now, but little part of me felt some sort of hope for him to save me from David.

     He stood beside my left side, pulling out the sharp object. He softly presses the tip of his knife against my bare thigh trailing it to the bottom side hem of my red panties. I watched as he lifts the fabric covering my area then lowering it back down. David's tall figured hovered over me, the tip of his knife still pressed against my skin.

Then a little sharp pain radiates off my body from my hip. I turn my gaze over to the little pool of blood rising from above my skin slowly.

My heartbeat pounded with force. I was stuck. My wrists and ankles trapped. My body exposed and vulnerable.

He scrapes the blood on my skin, smearing it off to the side. He then lowers his body, his lips inches from mine. I gasp as I feel the dull steel touch my throat. I dig my head back further into the pillow as David admires the fear expression on my face. David had been longing this for so long I assume. Now he's finally got what he's wanted.