It was over quite quickly I suppose.
But at the time it probably felt like forever.
The hand that grabbed me from behind, firm fingers covering my mouth cutting off any potential screams.
Then the sharp, cold pain penetrating my lower back.
Mercifully the pain didn't last, even the coldness was replaced by warmth that bloomed from its centre and flowed over my body.
My legs shook and gave way, but I didn't fall. My killer almost gently guided me to the floor.
The hand over my mouth moved and I tried to call out but my voice was stolen by the short rapid, dwindling breaths that came instead.
A familiar face loomed into view, but I couldn't put a name to the face.
My vision was already blurring, even as the colour seemed to drain away to be replaced by a lifeless grey then finally I died...