Trapped In His Eyes

What if someone started a timer, and told you that you had only a minute left to live? I bet you would scream, and fight, and beg, and wish.

“Where am I? Why am I here? Hello? Who are you?” she cried out, her voice hoarse and trembling with fear. The mirror in front of her didn’t show her much, as it was turned the wrong way. She tried again to move her arms, but they were tightly strapped to the chair she was sitting in. Fighting only caused her more pain. The sound of dripping water had been bothering her for the best part of the hours she had been sitting there.

Footsteps echoed across the darkness of the room. She twitched, trying to move her head to see the room around her. The candles flickered and a shadow passed through her line of vision. Another tear slid down her dirty face.

“Please,” she begged loudly. “Please help me!”

He was there; she could sense him, though she couldn’t see him. She didn’t know his identity, but she knew what he was all the same; a monster. She shivered. Suddenly the mirror in front of her started turning, and she strained to see her own reflection, to find out why her head felt heavy, and why her mouth hurt whenever she cried out.

When she saw it, she screamed.

“No, no, no,” she howled, wishing that she could be anywhere but there. “Please, God, no!” She read the text across the mirror, the red letters taunting her where she was imprisoned. Another movement behind her, she screamed again.

“Hello,” someone whispered. “I’m starting the timer; you have sixty seconds to live. Enjoy it.”

A click.

She let out another piercing scream as a ticking sound now had joined the dripping of water. Fighting harder, with every muscle, trying to force her body free. No luck. She was doomed.

“Thirty seconds left,” he informed her softly.

More struggling. And screaming. And fighting. And begging.

“Fifteen seconds.”

Another movement in the corner of her eye. The sound of someone walking bounced around the cold and damp room. Screaming, struggling, fighting, wishing, hoping, begging.

“Five seconds.”

He stood in front of her, leaning in close enough for her to see him though the device strapped to her head. Her eyes went wide as she recognized his face, his mouth, his hair and… his eyes. Staring at her, glimmering with joy and a madness he had so well hidden within. She screamed, but it was cut short, the silence sudden.

Her time was up.


Smiling he turned around, straightened his tie and for a moment closed his blue eyes with a sigh of content. He opened them again, strummed his fingers against the mirror and grinned at the letters written across the glass sloppily.

“Today is the day you die.”

He was whistling joyfully as he walked out the door, closing it firmly behind him.

Author's Note

May be a longer story in the future.
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