The Knife

The Knife:
The knife digs deeper into my skin. Another scream escapes my lips, but no one is around to hear. Red, hot blood gushes down my leg and onto the blood stained cement floor in a pitch-black barn in the middle of nowhere. I cry out as the man pulls the knife out from my skin for the third time.
The knife stabs my other leg and the man slowly pulls it down my thigh making a deep line of vibrant red. The blood soaks through my jeans and pools on the floor. The man tears through my skin on the side of my knee, tearing through my veins and arteries feeling them burst every time he rips my flesh.
I'm going to bleed out and die without even saying goodbye to my family. I haven't gotten the chance to write my Last Will and Testament! Well, in my defense, I didn't think I was going to get kidnapped and murdered in a barn.
I wince in pain as he pulls the bloody knife out of my skin.