From Paradise To Hell

Cursing, I try to pull the broken pieces out of my foot. More blood drips to the ground. Suddenly I hear a rustling. Something has moved on the opposite side of the street. But when I look there is nothing to be seen. 'It was just a cat,' I try to calm myself down. “I'm sorry, I'm probably not that fluffy.” Amazed, I jump up, look around and discover a man standing in the light of the street lamp. He is tall, blond and around 20 to 30 years old. “I beg your pardon?” I ask fearfully. "Most people think of a cat when something rustles in the bushes," he replies with a smile and approaches me. With every step he gets closer, I pull back a little further. I leave a trail of blood. At some point, however, I bump my legs against the bench and plop my butt on it in a rather inelegant way. "Go away. Leave me alone ”, my voice should sound firm and strong, but it just sounds tearful. He kneels in front of me and takes my injured foot. Almost gently he presses his lips to the wound and begins to suck on it. He repeats this until all the pieces are out. I thought he just wanted to help me when he connected my foot with a scrap of cloth and carefully pulled my shoes on. Relieved, I get up and want to say thank you, when he hits me on the head with something hard. I sink to the ground unconscious. When I wake up again, my attacker lies next to me.His head is a little further away. I want to scream, but everything goes black again. The next time I open my eyes, place where my attacker was lying is all dust ... ash ...