The girl sits in that chair
Staring in front of her.
He laughs from the side
And pulls out the knife.
She isn't tied down
But yet doesn't move.
He moves closer
plotting her death mentally
She's afraid
But still she sits:
Quiet, Still, Scared, Staring
He moves close enough
To touch
She sees him not
And doesn't speak.
They wondered after
why she didn't scream
Help was right up the stairs
They didn't know
She saw no evil