Inside the small wooden house was some rope, shovels, and a big box.
"Here, let me grab you a chair." The man said to me gently.
"Are you thirsty? I have some water for you."
I gulped down the water quickly and started to feel dizzy. Soon, I lost consciousness.
After I regained consciousness, my eyes won't open, for some reason. Wet liquids started to drip from my face and into my mouth. By the taste I identified the mystery liquid as blood.
Pain pricked me bit by bit at the place of my eyes; that's when I felt something was wrong.
Feeling my face, I held my hand up. The place that is suppose to be for my eyes had been hollowed out. The more I touch it, the worse it felt.
"AHHHHHHH!!!" I screamed very, very loud. But nobody was there.
However, I can hear the floor creaking as a person walks up to me.
"Ah, you're awake? I have kept something as a souvenir of you, hopefully you don't mind. Here, want to hold them?"
He placed into my hands two large spheres, wet and fresh.
"You should be proud to enter my collection for beautiful eyes."
No, I was not proud. Instead, I was furious.
"Now, without your eyes," he walked away, possibly towards the big box, "you won't be afraid. Don't be scared."
I feel goosebumps all over my body. I wasn't tied up, but it felt like I was. I couldn't move. Fear blinded my sight.
A sharp blade penetrated my skin and stabbed through my arm.
I held in the scream. I couldn't cry, because there is no place for that.
"Oops, I missed. I do apologize; I get excited every so often."
I can sense his arms going up in the air, aiming for me.
Risking my life, I gave it all I got and jumped towards the direction of what I think the man was standing.
I felt myself pushing a heavy body onto the ground.
I expected him to attack back, but he didn't
Feeling around his body, I felt my finger slice when it crossed the back of his head.
It can't be wrong. The blade went into his head after I pressed him down.
Nervous, I crawled around for the shovels and the big box. I carried the body up as gently as I could and placed it inside. With the shovels, I dug a hole that felt almost as deep, if not deeper, than the big box. Even though I struggled, I still managed to bury the trace.
"Why does this keep on happening to me?"
Sighing, I took out bandages from my backpack and slowly wrapped it around my eyes.
"I have to go back to the doctor again."
Sadly, it was another sad and boring day. No fun or adventure today. I picked up my ax and slowly examined my injury.
"Should take around two to three days to heal, I think. After all, he felt like an amateur."
Using my usual ax, I carved my signature onto the wooden house.
Here lies Eye Collector, killed by Sanito Crow in 2017
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