I stare into his eyes

Brown, like mud

Hard, like iron

Cold, like ice.

He smiles

So menacingly,

So cruelly,

So evilly .

He holds a whip

Leather with silver studs shining

Like stars

He brings it above his head

A silhouette against the blazing sun

And finally brings it down

Slicing through the air to meet

My uncovered flesh.

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