The Things Unseen

Rope pulled tight, my hands bound behind my back,
The only person I ever cared about, shoved inside a pack,
The man dressed in black, opens up the trunk,
The light is dim, as I hear the corpse create a thunk,
I know this is my chance, my only escape,
Otherwise he will seal my horrible fate,
I fight with all my might and struggle free,
Only a couple feet away, as he runs after me,
Almost to the woods, I think I'm going to make it,
The trigger is pulled, and the target is hit,
I fall face-first into a pile of leaves,
I let out a couple of last effort heaves,
I feel no pain, just cold,
I know in a few seconds I'll be in his hold,
He finds me in a pool of blood,
Completely covered head-to-toe in mud,
He picks me up, and drags me by the hair,
Back to his torture lair,
Throws me in the trunk, next to my beloved,
With only just a light, and shuts the lid,
My life goes out just like the trunk light,
Leaving behind in the darkness, nothing in sight.