As the blood dripped through where that blade had sat, the feeling of them moving it back again deeper with every stroke. As I sit here yet still and ponder where am I? Who Is this beautiful woman that stand upon the still in front of me? What happened last night? "God damnit" I screamed as she slid the cool blade across my wrist where happened to be another knife slice after another.
"Who are you? God damnit answer me!" I shout into there face another time still trying to rattle my arms put of this solid steel chain that held me to a wooden chair.
"An old friend, that's all hun." She said in such a soft delicate voice.
"Let me go!" I shouted
Another slice of the wrist.
"Ill give you anything you desire..." I muttered
"Money, fame, drugs, secrets, the others..." as I fade out again, the feeling of the warm liquid pool up around my bare naked feet. The cold blade making one more slice before I hear the door open. From there I heard one last word before i feel into an unbreakable slumber "Goodnight hun"
The door slammed and I heard one solid lock on the other side of what seemed to be a solid steel door. The rust on the door matches the walls not heavy just enough to scare you not to cut yourself on it. Who had been that beautiful blonde. Her eyes soft yet broken green. Her touch as gentle as a mother's, but rough as those I met in the military. Why does this have to happen to me? I just got back from deployment.
I gave one last holler "what do you want?"
Yet no answer as they silent in the other room and my vision turns black as I dose away. What did I do to deserve this? The pain, the blood, that blade, yet she kept a smile the entire time. What made her that crazy? Maybe bloodlust. Could she be the one I needed to put down? But how did she find me first? But wait what happened last night? Did she drug me when she saw my uniform? Well I guess it happens not to matter anymore because as I saw and see now I see nothing but death for me right now. If only he was here to push me for it. I saw him get shot in the field. Took a bullet to the chest. He cant be here it was my fault. Yet they pushed me for this task and look at me now. Tied down being killed and torn about piece by piece but I made a promise to serve the country I love and keep fighting for what I love for. The freedom as well as my beer sitting at home. Will I ever make it out is my real question here.
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Mistaken love
Fantasy"let's keep it a secret between us" while she had whispered this in my ear the goosebumps on my arm made it seem as if everyone in the room had heard and seen right through me. the adrenaline that had hit me had my feet hitting the floor faster. the...
