She hides from him – his hungry eyes and itching hands.
She hides silently, waiting for him to come closer.
She hides, but the scars on her back and the bruises on her legs stand exposed
She hides with bated breath, listening closely to his approaching steps.
She hides, as he calls out to her in his sickening, singsong voice.
She hides the blade behind her back, right until the moment he is in range.
The knife plunges deep, penetrating into his shallow soul.
Now, she hides no more.
Word Count: 88
Prompts:
The Dark Netizen 