What Is That I Hear

No pounding and banging of a hammer.  No roar of a saw blade.  No jingling of chains or winches.  There are no screams that cut through the darkness of my mind chilling me to my bones.  It is only blessed silence.
Wait.  If there is silence now then that only means one thing.  The last one before me is gone.  She has joined the others.  No more between me and the pain, horror, and terror to come.  No more.
Soon he will come for me.  There is no hope for me now.  If only I could just leave this God forsaken place.
I cower here in my darkened corner pressed as tightly as I can get against the cold walls of my prison.  I want to run but they won’t let me.  His guards, his minions, his co-conspirators of pain.
I hear footsteps and slowing the door and a hand at the lock of my cell.  The handle turns.  I nearly wet myself as the cold, heartless, monotone voice bids me to come.
“Mrs. Matthews the dentist will see you now.”
What did you think it was going to be?
Happy Halloween.