Instantly she heard the dark image get up from the office chair,
her eyes readjusting to the darkness around her once more. Looking
around the room, she listened closely. Her ears twitching to every sound
around her, until her eyes finally adjusted to the darkness once again. It
was only then that she could make out the shadowed image of the person
standing over her, with both of their arms extended above her.
Looking up at them, her eyes quickly fixed on the large blade of
a butcher knife, nestled firmly in the palm of their hands, slowly they
moved closer toward her, her entire body trembled fiercely. The blade of
the knife moving slowly down toward the middle of her stomach, within
seconds she could feel the cool tip of the blade lightly brushing against
the insides of her belly button.
Sucking in her stomach, she tried to keep her body away from
the tip of the blade as the stranger kept moving the blade slowly closer,
and closer to her. Unable to expel any more air out her lungs she knew
what was to come as she tilted her head to her side, the sudden flooding
of tears rolled from her eyes as she felt the tip of the blade once again
touching the inner sides of her belly button.
Wrenching in pain she screamed as loud as she could, feeling the
cool tip of the blade slowly piercing through her gut, the pain so
unbearable that she jerked her head from side-to-side. Taking a deep
breath of air she winched again to the pain, feeling the blade moving
even further into her, until half of the blade was buried inside her gut.
Looking up to shadowed image of the person that stood above
her, she slammed the back of her head against the table top, wanting to
see the face of her soon to be murderer, yet still their face remained
shrouded by the darkness of the room.
Suddenly she felt the blade stop moving down into her, as she
forces her head back up, looking down at her stomach. She could see the
knife still deep inside her belly, the blade facing up toward her, as she
tried to breathe as little as possible.
Suddenly, without warning, the stranger moved into her again as
her legs lashed upward, her arms jerking away from the table only to
once again be held down by the wire wrapped around her limbs.
The blade of the knife began to move up her body, ripping
through her delicately soft and tight flesh, like a hot knife through butter.
She could feel the blade slowly moving inside her, the pain so
unbearable, that she began wishing that her body would go into shock
and allow her to die.
Grasping for air once more, she felt the blade slowly cutting into
the side of her breastbone; the shadowed image of the stranger moved
their hand over her shoulder, forcing her shoulder downward, as the
stranger thrashed the blade harder through the lower half of her chest, her
lungs tearing like ribbons. She could feel the blade as it jaggedly cut
through her, stopping just after it cut through her breastbone, her blood
gushing from her broken body as it quickly ran down her sides and over
the top of the table.
Feeling the tape from her mouth being removed she looked into
the eyes of her murder, seeing for the first time who it was. Slowly she
tried to breathe, unable to get a solid breath of air. Blood spewed up
through her mouth; her body riddled with intense pain. She could feel
her life slowly slipping from her. Widening her eyes, she stared deeply
into the eyes of her killer, seeing the vain evil smile emerging from their
face.
Violently she jerked her entire body upward, feeling the knife
being quickly pulled from deep inside her chest, hearing the "twang" as
it rattled against the floor below. Suddenly she saw the television turn on
again, as its light slowly lit up the room. The image on the screen
showed Timmy once again, but this time she could see the bottom
section of the laptop, as it showed Timmy moving the pointer over a
picture of her. Feeling her body weakening, she now fought to keep her
eyes open . . .