Chapter 1
She lay on the cold metal slab; helpless, tired, scared all words you could use to describe how she felt. Tears ran steadily down her face. She was strapped down so any attempt to wipe them away were futile. The man’s whistle caromed off the walls and entered her ears with piercing precision. She wanted to beg for her life, but her vocal chords were paralyzed with fear.
What had she done, how had she crossed paths with a monster, and why would he do this to another human? The questions danced through her mind, but fearful for her life she remained silent. A few feet away she could hear the man sharpening blades that he would undoubtedly use to cause pain well beyond her ability to fathom. This was her end, this is where the street sign read no exit, and this is where any pleas for help or a safe haven would be met with a deafening silence. Beg him to let you go, plead with him for amnesty, ask him for mercy, she knew better. She had read about him, and everything they had written was true. A Godless human whose only purpose was to inflict harm on those who didn’t deserve it.
“And so we begin,” he said standing over her. The light above the table caused the blade in his hand to shimmer like a diamond, and it made his smile flicker with friendship. But no friends would be made this night unless one were referring to the closeness her pool of blood would share with the concrete floor.
