(short story)

…I think I`m in a basement.

There`s this steamy smell… I feel it crawling under my skin… My hands are tied… I can`t move and can`t breathe…All I can think of is a glass of water but then I hear a spine-thrilling sound… As if someone is sharpening a knife… I am going to die… But I don`t want to die! This time for sure… I hear footsteps approaching…That`s where my life ends…

And then I hear him screaming: “Сut!” And the scene is over.