Where am I? How did I get here? What is going on! I try to stand but I am tied to the chair, the rope cuts deeper into my flesh, and I feel the sticky warmth of my blood run down my hand... Oh god... help me, I was hoping it was just a dream... Slowly it all comes back to me, the party, the drinks, too many drinks.. then I see him... Brad? Mike? Why can't I remember...-
Wait! What was that? I try to still the chills that are coursing down my spine... footsteps... slow and steady... Its him... he's come back again...
I plead silently, please don't kill me! I am not ready to die!! I hear him getting closer... my mind starts racing with the fear of the known. I brace myself, expecting the worse, for the dreaded squeak, squeak, squeak of that horrid cart.. suddenly its not just a sound in my head, its there next to me, and suddenly I scream, Oh God, please, no more, please... though I know my screams are useless, it didn't stop him when he chose one delicate blade after another varying in size and pressure... fear emanates from me, like a trapped animal, I react, my mind racing for some way to escape, for the strength to endure just once more... waiting for the loud whirring of the drill, anticipating the unbelievable pain. I sit there knowing I can get through this...but whats that? A new sound.. like a sword sliding out of its sheath--
