Write Something Suspenseful

“Hold him, but take his eyes into account before you kill him.” Marshall left the room without saying another word.

It was me, and a knife, and a murderer. I was fastened to a chair. Take my eyes into account, please.

“Do you know what he means, take your eyes into account? It’s an unusual request.”

“He says it because I’m blind.”

“He says it with everyone. The eyes are a force to be reckoned with, he thinks.”

“So I’m –"

“But see, I think the eyes just get in the way –"

“So I’m not going to close my eyes. And I’m going to listen to you kill me with my eyes open.”

“So be it.”

And I was afraid.