The Ficlet Killer ( Victim )

I watched him prepare his ritual , as I tried desperately to free my hands.
The rope dug into my already bloody rope burned wrist.
He moved over my body pinning me to the wet cold ground.
Flinching as he rest the cold polished steel blade across my throat.

I could see the content – sick pleasure in his eyes.
” Why are you doing this? ”, ” I don’t want to die “ ,
“I will live in cyberspace forever.”
He pulled the duct tape tight across my mouth.
I could feel his hot breath brush my face, turning my head away.

My skin stinging , as the tip of the knife pireced the back of my neck, warm tears and blood rushed into my muddy hair then to the ground.
I couldn’t move and he loved knowing that his crude touch disgust me.
Watching him as he carefully place my written words on my chest.
He raised the knife above his head, I closed my eye’s.

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