11
Miranda did not hear the man return. When she awoke, it was late in the afternoon. Dark shadows, created by the fading light outside the solitary window, had already begun to creep across the bare floor towards the far corners of the room. Over by the door, she noticed a small parcel. The man must have come back when she was asleep. She was surprised she did not hear him unlock the door.
Mandy pushed herself into a sitting position, and gently rubbed at the lump on her forehead. Mostly, the pain had subsided to a dull ache, and she was relieved there seemed to be no serious, long term injury to her head; at least nothing so serious it would prevent her from her escaping from the hell hole she was in.
Not long now, she thought. Just a few hours more; until it was late enough, and dark
