With the blindfold covering my eyes, my other senses are heightened.

I can feel the coolness of the ground beneath me as I sit with my hands tied behind my back.

I can taste the blood in my mouth from being hit in the face until I collapsed unconscious only a few hours earlier.

I can smell the nearby fire burning, the wood groaning and crackling as it turns to ash.

I can hear them, feet shuffling as they surround me.

"She's a virgin, right?" One of them asks. "This won't work if she isn't a virgin. He won't appreciate being tricked."

"She's a virgin," another voice confirms. It's a familiar voice to me: the voice of my best friend. "She would've told me otherwise."

If only I did tell her about my one night stand that was so embarrassing that I dared not tell a soul, not even my supposed best friend.

Maybe if I'd told, I wouldn't be here right now.

They begin to speak in a foreign language; it's like a chant as they say it over and over again.

With the blindfold covering my eyes, my other senses are heightened.

So when someone slits my throat, I feel the coolness of the blade. I feel my hot blood running down onto my chest and legs.

I can't breathe.

I collapse onto the cool ground, choking as those around me chant louder and louder.

The last breath leaves my body, and all of my senses are plunged into darkness.

That is...

Until I wake up.