Digital Art made by me
He gave me a sandwich. I ate slowly, not knowing if it would be my last meal.
He stared at me, bottle in hand.
Halfway through, he offered it to me. I drank desperately, relieving my thirst.
When he finished, he set the plate down by the stairs.
-I have to tie you up again, -he said with mock pity, the heartless bastard.
Helpless, I did not resist. To resist would only hasten my death.
Letting him tie me up, I clung to a thread of hope. Maybe I would escape.
He smiled mischievously as he tightened the ropes.
I realised then that the sandwich and the water were the trap.
He had poisoned me to enjoy watching me die slowly, bound and helpless.
