Daily Torture (Scrape)

Krrrrrrrnk Krrrrrrrnk 
The sound is torture to my ears.
It’s why she does it.

My headache increases as she continues to scrape the knife against the metal.
I don’t know how long she’s been doing this since I woke up, but it feels like ages.

Finally, the sound stops.
I take a chance and crack my eyes open.

She’s right in front of me.
I’m too exhausted to even jump in fright.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” she mutters in disapproval.

“You can’t go falling asleep on me now,” she begins. “I’m just starting to have my fun.”

With the knife in hand, she presses it into my chest and begins carving.

I close my eyes with pain, resigned to my fate. 

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