I stared deep into my nameless victims eyes. I studied his cold brown eyes, and his chapped lips. I looked at his unruly clothing and large belly. I almost laughed, he looked more like a murderer then I. Id chosen to forget his name for my own peace of mind. I slid my fingers over to the drawer I knew so well. I basked in his surprise, as I opened the drawer, revealing sharpend knifes. He blinked back at me, eyes wide, before bringing the lamp on my head. I winced as glass pricked my eyelids. I screamed and darted out of the door. He crashed into the table, as he tried to turn off the light. I giggled internally, he thought I had forgotten the basement layout. The very basement he had trapped me in for months, before he tossed me out, thinking I had died.