Stay still.
There is a knife at your throat. If you flinch it will slice you right open. If you swallow it will go right through your Adam’s apple. If you twitch it will scrape an angry red line across your skin, and it will never heal right, and you might bleed out and die. You could die so easily.
Don’t move. Not an inch.
He’s watching you. He’s smiling. He’s waiting for you to mess up. Watch your breathing. Keep still. Your hands shiver enough to be picked up on, and you lose them.
He’s right behind you, letting you lean against him while you concentrate on not trembling. If you move at all he will feel it and act. Tie you down instead, tightly, to a metal table. You won’t survive that.
A shiver runs through you but you mute it. Goosebumps rise. Something is flowing from under the knife, and it could be sweat or it could be blood. If your skin gets too slippery, the knife will peel it off. That’s why you have to steel yourself and make sure you are still as a statue.
He scrapes the edge of the knife up your pulse and another shiver tears through you violently. You open your mouth to gasp silently, only slightly, but close it again. You feel the blade settle into place over the racing beating crimson in your neck and you have never felt closer to death in your life. A single sloppy pull would be enough to cut through your veins and you would pass out before you reach the floor. Or you wouldn’t. You would slam down into the ground and choke on your own blood while he watches on.
You are scared. Don’t move. Don’t shake.
He will have to grow bored eventually.
He wouldn’t kill you, would he?
He would. He could, right now.
He could any time he wanted to. He doesn’t need more than the right mood to go through with it. He would get away with it so easily too.
Stop thinking about that. Just keep still.
Be good. That’s what he always tells you. That’s how you survived until now and that’s how you will have to keep enduring. You saw what happened to the others. You’re the only one left to amuse him.
Maybe he wouldn’t kill you then after all?
He would.
The knife lifts and you take a deep breath akin to someone who hasn’t had access to air for the past couple of minutes. You hadn’t really. Too focused on surviving. You gasp and blink tears away from your eyes. They drip down your face.
Your shirt is lifted, and you feel cold steel against your belly. You freeze again. Your breaths halt and you close your eyes as more tears flow.
Another round.
His words echo in your mind;
‘Keep still and I won’t gut you.
Maybe.’
<3
Masterlist | Ko-Fi
