“I was, I was with her,” Images feathering chaotically through his mind, feeling the blindfold move off his face, his eye twitched in every direction, slowly adjusting to the darkness that filled the room. Searching for his abductor, quickly noticing black candles filling the room with amount of light, walls shrouded in red velvet. 

Where, Where is she, he tried to ask, eyes locking onto the shadowed outline of a female sitting in a chair across from him. Legs, long, golden tanned spread out towards him, yet her face remained obscured within the darkness.

Forcing himself up once again, trying as best he could to get a better view, the metal wire held him fast against the slab, forcing his already bleeding wounds to tear even further, blood pooling, gliding down the sides of his arms and onto the alter below.

Looking at her, his eyes fixed on the large blade, nestled firmly in the palm of her hands, slowly she moved closer towards him, as she trembled fiercely. The blade moving slowly down the middle of his stomach, within seconds he could feel the cool tip brushing against the insides of his bellybutton.

Sucking in his stomach, he tried to keep away from the tip as she kept moving the blade slowly closer. Gasping to the onslaught of pain that quickly consumed him, he screamed, the cool tip of the blade slowly piercing through his gut, slicing into his flesh, the agony so unbearable that he thrashed his head against the back of the table. Each breath causing more and more pain, he shook again, the blade sinking even further inside, until more than half protruded deeply inside his gullet.

Gradually he felt the blade stop moving into him, as he forced his head back up, looking down at his stomach, blood spewing up through his throat and out the sides of his mouth.  He could see the knife still deep inside his belly, the blade facing up toward his, as he tried to breathe as little as possible.