Imagine it

Imagine it...waking up in a cold, dirty, and dimly lit room with no one there, your head pounding and your entire body shaking with the adrenaline of realization that you have been kidnapped and now your stuck in some sickos trap, that is what happened to Leon. Leon awoke in a small cube shaped room, it stank of rotting flesh and decay and he could easily see blood and god knows what on the floor, his heart was pounding as the thought that his blood could be the next spilt on this floor and at that he got up and started pounding on the walls and everything he could. He had been screaming and calling for help for hours, his hands which had been pounding on the metal walls were skinned and bloody, his throat, now raw and burning, started to produce less and less noise until there was only the eerie sound of his ragged breathing. Exhausted, Leon laid his warm sweaty forehead against the cool metal of the walls, and for ten minutes he just stood there, breathing and trying to figure a way out of this. After awhile Leon heard a noise behind him and thinking someone had heard him he quickly turned around, smiling wide until he saw the glint of a shined and sharpened knife, and the mutinous smile of something he could only assume was his captor, Leon, startled as hell then turned and resumed pounding on the walls, screaming louder as ever for help, not glancing behind for fear his sick and twisted captor would be closer, but his fears were soon answered the moment his head was pulled back by his hair, and the last thing he had time to do was scream...scream until all that came out was gurgles as his throat was slit and blood poured down his limp body and onto the hands of his captor who simply smiled gruesomely and let Leon's cold, dead, and blood coated body fall onto the filthy floor covered in blood and god knows what else.