What have I done?

“Dear, dear child, you shouldn’t struggle, there is no way you can escape this punishment”

Punishment? This guy is deluded, what could I have ever done to deserve this?

The voice was raspy and hissing, like some cheap cartoon villain – and who ever it was, decided to stay in the darkness, out of sight but least I finally had some clue as to what was going on. How did this wack-job restrain me? How did he get into my house? What did he do to my family?! 

“If you wish to understand your predicament, I would be more than delighted to enlighten your troubled mind” my tormenter offered in a somewhat joyous tone. 

“Child, I am judge, jury and executioner wrapped in one, I am death’s twisted cousin and quite possibly the last person that shall see you alive” all these words made their way to me, he spoke them so calmly, so proudly, it infuriated me, but I did not let it show.

“I am going to force you to atone for a night of depravity and tremendous sin” his tone had became filled with anger, and I could feel him move closer to me and yet he remained out of sight. So, what, I’m dealing with a religious zealot? Is he referring to last night? I still can’t remember anything about it.

A searing pain arises from my stomach, I yell out in agony and my tormenter simply chuckles. “It is time to begin the judgment of your soul, so I bring to your attention the first act of seven that shall end in the condemnation of your life and soul”