Trapped

When I had revisited consciousness the darkness was thick and the air was as still as the marble floor in front of me. I do not know what light reflected off the narrow path I sit in front of but it showed a destination I currently could not reach. I tried to study the chair I was bound to but the darkness masked all but what lies ahead. No matter the struggle nor how loud i screamed. The chair would not move and my voice could not be heard even from my self. Everything was mute and the more I panicked the more I can feel something sucking my life away from me. Then there was a sound of chains. I went to scream out at it but no words would come. I could hear it getting closer, I only struggled harder horrified of the screeching of metal sliding on then floor. I turned to the path and could see a figure forming out of the darkness. It was no taller than 3 feet, has no face, skin white as milk. It was dragging a blade across the marble floor into my direction. I could feel the blood flow in my body.. I can feel my heart pounding on my chest.. I was sweating profusely. The more I struggled the closer he came, closer, closer, closer.... When it got to me it's expressionless face stared directly into my soul raised its knife and began cutting away. Only could hear it say one word: Anxiety