Dread

She was walking down the boulevard
In an unholy hour of the night

What happened before now she couldn't tell
One thing she knew was she had to go home

She was alone

The trees that adorned the walkways stood tall
Creating shades that rather seemed uncomfortable

The streetlights were switched off
The environment seeming eerie

That wasn't a good thing

It was a cold night and she barely wore clothes
She was in bum shorts and sleeveless shirt

She had on her a muffler
Her feet protected by Jimmy Choo

Did it really matter?

She walked quite a distance before she saw her lovely abode
There was no one waiting for her, to give her warmth in the cold night

"Finally!", she said out loud
She put her keys and turned the locks
.
She had no clue

She turned on the lights of the sitting room
Goose bumps covered her arms

A chill ran down her spine
This wasn't from feeling cold

It was from fear

"How did you get in?", She asked with an effort to hide her fear
"That doesn't matter. Come, let's play", came the reply

The stench of pain came from nowhere
It filled her lungs, almost suffocating her

That would have been better

It was going to be a game of survival again
One she wished she never took part in again

Trying to run now won't do good
She was too weak, she needed to use her brain

That was a good thought

She came face-to-face with her present agony in human form
She felt the adrenaline rush, she needed it

"Let's play then", she said
She hoped it wouldn't cost her her life

She wasn't willing to die

The lights of the sitting room were turned off
Two candles were lit, placed on the centre table

Three weapons were set on the table
"Are you ready?", her twin asked

"Ready". The candles went off. What's next? You tell me.