Silence around me, save for that drip. Drip. Dripping. We both know what that is. Your desperate, hopeless, scream inside me, Ricocheting off the inside of my skull. I can still hear you now, Your coarse voice screaming out to no one in particular. Do it again. Your face is pretty, or handsome. Either or both. It doesnβt matter anyway, You can scream and send shivers of something, or everything, not anything, down my spine. Iβm polishing a blade opposite you. I grip it, feeling the power and dominance strengthen my stance. I dip into your pale blue eyes for a second, The terror and pain making me smile. My grin vanishes as I see more, deeper, The dying glimmer of hope. I grimace. Slowly, the corner of my mouth turns again, as the blade glints in the flickering light.