I watch the vulture looking at me hungrily as I lie on the ground bleeding and injured.
I know it won’t start feeding on me until I take my final breath which can’t be long now. I can feel the blood slowly flowing out of my wound. I stare up at the sun and then the vulture. It won’t be long now, I think.
I close my eyes and imagine if and when the police find me. Will I be viewed as just another Jane Doe who put her trust in the wrong person? Or will I be given an identity, my identity, and put the man who did this behind bars? Or will the police never come and I’m forced to rot until I am nothing more than a pile of bones?
Or you will live, gracefully and beautifully.
I pause my thoughts as a new voice creeps into my head. It is as if he was listening to my every thoughts. Who are you? I think.
I’m your savior.