Anything could happen

I nervously sipped my water as my captor persued my every movement. I tried my best to not let my fear show but I wasn't doing a very good job. He grabbed his stake knife and walked over to me. With every step I panicked inside. Crouching down he looked me in the eyes. His eyes were as black as his soul and his breath smelt strongly of beer and cigerettes, making it harder to breathe; and his hair was as crazy as he looked. My heart pounded twice as hard and sweat dripped down the side of my face making me shiver. he put his hand on my cheek, going over my dried and cracked lips with his thumb he whispered, "Don't be afraid." But I was more than a afraid I was disgusted by this crazy lunatic who crouched before me. I wanted to take the knife he had in his hand and stab him to death. But before I could react to my plan I began feeling light headed and the room began to spin. I looked at my glass of water and realized what was happening. My head slumped back as he cowered over me, "Please, please don't," I cried softly. He put his finger to his lips and then I fell into a never ending black whole