"Who's there?"

The room so dark,
Shuffling in the corner,
The stench of sweat with blood fills the air.
I call out,
I should know better by now.
The floor creaks,
“Who’s there?”
I shout in fear,
But soon I won’t be able to.
Stupidly I’ve caught the strangers attention.
Cold hands,
Gripping my shoulders,
Struggle free stupid girl,
Movement is useless,
Impossible,
Futile.
I try to scream out,
Try to fight back,
But voice has disappeared,
Lips now covered by smooth skin,
The freezing fingers at my neck now,
Heart beats quickening
As my fingers scratch at a space where help once was.
Light headed,
Please let me go,
Fingers squeeze tighter ,
Blood spurts from the hole I’ve created,
From tearing where my mouth once was.
Air escaping faster now,
I turn to face the murderer,
But movement is still no option.
My body is loosing,
I can’t fight for survival anymore.
A sickening thud,
As a corpse slides to the floor,
At first I asked who,
But I knew the answer before I even looked.