I stare at the man that has held me captive for so long, and he stares back. Looking into his emotionless face I know that the time has come, my time.
I look this man in the eyes, and feel only hatred. This man, and this man alone has held me captive, tortured me, and driven me to insanity.
He smiles, raising a knife to my throat, the thin blade gleams in the dim light, as if wanting to take my life.
I blink away tears as I struggle to face my final moments with courage.
He draws the knife across my throat and I fall to the floor.
I begin to lose consciousness, my vision blurs and I gaze upon the last thing I’ll ever see, a blood-spattered mirror.
Only one thought crosses my mind,
Freedom, at last.
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Credits to: MalevolentRaven
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