The stalking and suffering

i walk alone, night after night
and feel your cold glare on my face and figure.
you think me an easy target
someone easy to terrorize
but little do you know
that i too have played your sick, twisted game.
every night, i feel your presence
and i know you have know idea that i sense you
but on this night
under the pale moonlight
your games will come to an end.
you are so close to me right now
i know you intend on making your move
so before you act
i unsheath the knife from my sleeve
and stab you in your arm.
i can tell you are surprised
in your bloody shocked state
this is something you weren't expecting
and as i stare coldly into your fearful, yet intimidating face
i know who you are
and intend on causing you great suffering now.