He strained against his bonds, trying to look around him, see just what was going on. At first, he couldn't see properly through the darkness, but as his eyes finally adjusted to the lack of light, his heart grew cold.
People in dark clothing stood all around him, wearing white masks that concealed their faces entirely. Not a single one of them moved. He wasn't even sure if they were breathing.
Worse than that, one of them was carrying a dagger. A dagger with rust colored spots all over the blade.
His heart sank as the figure started moving towards him.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Short StoryMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
