Beware of strangers

Mother always told me to beware of the stranger lurking in the dark, you never know the secrets he holds. These very words played in my mind on constant replay as I sat on the cold floor in some unfamiliar basement with a blindfold on and handcuffs digging into my wrists.To sacred to cry to scared to breath I thought of how I got here in the first place. I could remember his slender mysterious figure standing in my door way immediately drawing me in but that was all. Darkness immediately followed.  Living in a bustling city often brought about exciting adventure. I was not prepared for this though. It was more of a dangerous game than adventure, it was a game that I knew I would never be able to win. I heard his foot steps approaching trying to prepare myself of what may come. Sometimes you learn the most about some one at the worst possible ways. He came and  whispered for me to stand and warned me of what would happen if I did not comply. He carefully guided me up the stairs seated me down at a table. His cool hands touched my face as he slipped the blind fold off revealing a dimly lit room. What I saw made shivers run down my spine. There was a table that was set as if for a special romantic dinner. I knew at this moment that the stranger who sat before me had a definite plan and purpose for me. I tried to take in any details of my surroundings but came up with very little. Big house red vase and a man with a skinny build wearing a mask. I yearn fully looked around for a way to escape but the stranger before me caught my eyes wandering and laughed saying there was no escape. Indeed beware of the stranger who lurks.