A sense of dread raptured through your body as your eyes opened… then, a headache that could knock a horse over. Gasping in pain, you allowed your eyes to adjust to the darkness. You could tell you’d been knocked out some time before, but you didn’t know when, or why.

“Good morning, darling,” a deep voice reverberated through the darkness, causing your head to snap towards the source.

You quickly grew nauseous; your face draining of all colour. Your eyes snapped down to the knife in his hand…