Silent Carpet

They could have been white pebbles
Guiding every step,
Bread crumbs too prone to disappear.
I stared at the floor, watching him walk first,
My footprints behind his, very near.
Green, plush carpet captured every inch
Of this quiet descent into hell.
Not a word was said. Nothing had to be.
He already knew I wouldn't tell.
When we reached the bottom of the stairs,
He turned and took my hand,
While saying where we'd be if we were needed.
All I felt was dread, though I didn't understand
The meaning of what was being repeated.
A heavy door, a dimly lit room,
A blue-grey spread on the bed
Images scrambled with perfect silence
Overran every thought in my head.
When the monster was done, he cleaned me up,
Led me, shell-shocked, back to the world,
Where everyone stayed so oblivious
To the hunting of a little girl.