Faces etched in stone
Will they visit me today?
Lovers from the past
Tango of Torture
Shadows crept across the wall, as I cowered in the corner and waited for my attacker to pass out in to a drunken oblivion. His massive stature resisted the effects of the vast amount of alcohol longer than would have a smaller man. Allowing him more time to torture me. To describe in gory detail how my life would end. The orange glow of the fire flickered in unison with the shadows in a tango of torture. Must stay awake, lest their deathly dance becomes a celebration of my demise.
My pain temporarily subdued by numbness and adrenaline. An hour ago, I welcomed death. But in his drunken state, he got careless. I would be begging for the mercy of death again, come morning, if my plan failed.
I wriggled the ropes from my wrists, then my feet; my sight fixed on his ghastly face. His chest heaved up and down, snoring mimicking the saw he planned to use for my dismemberment. I urged to watch the life drain from his body. Would my attempt be futile against his strength?
I stood, grabbed the axe from the table and towered it above his head.
Vertigo invaded my body. Everything faded.
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