Her agonizing muffled cries filled the entire room. As she saw them strip her home bare of its soul and fill it up in their dusty rugged bags, all she could do was shut her eyes in despair and fruitlessly struggle to wring her tied hands out of the plastic ropes.
‘How could he do it?’ she thought. She had extended a helping hand to a boy desperately in need of shelter, who had in turn served her selflessly, or so it seemed. If only he hadn’t made that endeavour to do away with her gold chain, he would still be working for her.
As his partner dumped the last piece of jewellery in a bag, he walked up to her with a knife in his hand and laughed in the most bloodcurdling manner. His devilish eyes bore into her petrified ones. As the cold steel struck her neck, the last thought she had was the pain of what she had never known about him.
This post has been written for Day 2 of the 7 day blogging challenge BAR-A-THON.
Today’s prompt is ‘What you don’t know’. I have used it as a theme.