An Echo of a Scream

He was shivering not from the cold but out of pure terror. The almost silent clomping of feet sounded like promises of the things He would lose. To the false gods, he sent a prayer of thanks for his cat, whom he had despised with a burning passion before this day. He was atop the under the bed, where his cat had torn the fabric around the wooden beams. Blood splattered, small flecks of it landing on the carpet barely visible to his eyes. To afraid to move and shield his ears and heart he was forced to endure the heart-wrenching scream that would forever echo in his mind.