You lie under the bed and your body trembles because of fear. She is already here and you know that this is the end. Her clothes are made of leather. The sound of her heels is approaching. You try not to breathe. But she found you. There is no hatred on her face. It's her job. Her leather gloves wrapped around your neck. She does not hurry because she enjoys it. Sometimes her hand moves to your mouth. A few more minutes and you lie on the ground. Your minutes are numbered ...