A Fictional Blurb

He instructed me to write this, and in the same breath told me it would be the last thing I wrote. Encountering such honesty made me seriously consider what to put on paper, as, I assume, it does any condemned person. I have no real possessions so a will is useless. It would seem my time is short and whatever I type should be powerful and succinct, so I’ve decided on a warning.

It started at the mall, where I worked, he brought a Teddy Bear into the shop. It was such an innocent gesture. I flirted, we went to a coffeehouse, my first ever, so smart and refined. In hindsight this should have been a warning, why would an older man want me? His behavior was never improper, always treating me with respect while asking about my life at home. He knew I planned to leave that shelter as soon as I saved enough money and this seemed to impress him. As the weeks passed we grew closer and an offer of a security deposit was tendered. I was flattered, maybe even a bit infatuated. So the day arrived and after the heavy lifting we went to dinner at an upscale restaurant where I was told of a surprise. This is the last thing I remember.

I awoke in a darkened room, naked, chained to a cold steel table. This room was lit by a single lightbulb and he stood over me. Clothed, holding a transparent bag of fluid that bent the light, he explained "this will keep you hydrated, it contains no drugs to dull the senses I wish to access," and a needle slid into my arm. After that he told me the story of David, saying Michelangelo carved this sculpture from a flawed piece of stone, and like David, a masterpiece was hidden inside of me - and he then showed me the scalpel.