Bonita

I watched his eyes intently as he rambled on about punishing me. I was mesmerized, I had never seen anyone with blue eyes before. ". . .that was his last meal. . ." I suddenly realized he no long had a hold of my wrists, but my hands were still in the air. It was obvious that neither of us knew what to expect from the other. I figured he was harmless, otherwise he would have snapped my wrists and slit my throat. All I could do was nod. I followed him through the tunnel slowly, studying his every move. I didn't fully trust him, but I was curious about him. As we reached the end of the tunnel the moonlight blinded me. "full moon" I whispered under my breath. "nothing bad can happen under a full moon" my chief had always told me as a child when I got frightened in the dark.