Sweat drips sluggishly off his formidable face
Her heart beats like an African drum
Loud, irregular, and as fast as an
Attacking rattlesnake
Walking backwards
She never takes her eyes off him
A moment later her heel grazes something
Putting her hands behind her back
She feels in horror the brick wall
Looking into his stone-grey eyes
She asks the only question that comes to mind
Why
Why are you doing this
With a toothy smile the man says
Because you look like the girl who broke my heart
In an instant it was over
The last thing she saw was the man’s toothy smile
And the seven inch blade in her hand
