Mind Storm

Hands behind my back as a tight knot numb my fingers. The clouds clear and I start to comprehend my surroundings; moon light filtering through the vent, my knees down on the cold damp floor, water dripping in the background, feet and hands bound by nylon. I try to grasp the situation as my head throbs painfully from the blow it had received earlier. 

What am I doing here? How I got here? These questions meaning nothing since she is here with me. I can hear her heals click; her limp a dead giveaway. The same irregular click which told me it was her who hit me on the head. 

The pain lessens and my eyes grow accustomed to the darkness. Oh god! Does she look beautiful tonight; a black low cut dress, her perfect skin glowing in the moon light. I notice a shiny object in her hand. My eyes widen in fear; is that a gun! 

She walks over to me and puts the gun to my head. I don’t know if it’s the fear or the touch of cold metal against my hot, sweating body but I feel shiver climb up my spine. Is this my darkest night mare or my deepest fantasy? I look up, my eyes meet hers.
“Pain for pleasure”, I ask
She nods her head in negative, “Guilt for gratification.”
My head slumps down, it’s the darkest nightmare. 

It’s eerie how it feels knowing that you are about die. I can scream, I can beg but that would be the end of the little dignity I have left. It’s sad – the hope – that maybe she won’t pull the trigger.

Accept your fate, you are about to die!

Its weird – the realization – that last thing you are going to hear on god’s green earth is the bang of the gun as the trigger strikes the bullet; bullet with your name on it.

My last remaining consolation; at last she will take something from me. 

BANG!