Him

I'm in the dark,
I'm not alone,
But no-one is there.

I'm crying silently,
With my tool in my hand,
He is standing behind me.

Hands on my shoulders,
Breathing on the back of my neck.
I'm paralysed with fear.

He whispers in my ear,
'Cut, slice, tear'

I have to watch as he moves my arm,
Making me bleed.

He covers me in blood..
And laughs