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I run hurriedly down the dimly lit hallway, trying to making as little noise as possible. I reach the mahogany wooden doors, shoving them open. The room was painfully cold due to the hoper window that was left opened. A lone fire whipped around dangerously, not really emitting much warmth to the room. Not wasting any time, I dash towards the window. I scan the room looking for any object to boost me to the window. Realizing there wasn’t anything useful I could use. I take a few steps back, and sprint towards the wall, using the wall to mount myself up and scramble to grab onto the window sill. I let out a breath of relief and pull my body fully up. As my I get my head through the window a sense of relief and hope washes over me. I was so close I could smell it. All the times I spent sucking up to those bastards doing unimaginable things had finally paid off. I was going to be a free woman. Knowing I couldn’t waste any more time, I shuffle the rest of my body through the window. My disappearance should’ve been noticed several minutes ago but I don’t dwell on the thought. I take in a deep breath of the fresh air something I hadn’t done in a long time. Just as I’m about to get my left foot through the window, a cold calloused hand clamps on my ankle. I shake my leg trying to get my foot free.
No, no, no, no, no, no I cant go back. I begin to kick my legs aimlessly around desperate to get free. I can’t imagine what they’d do to me if I were to go back. Suddenly I feel the air knocked out of me as I’m dragged to the cold, concrete ground smacking my head on impact in the process. My shoulders slump as I start to realize there isn’t a point in trying anymore. Maybe this is the life I’m meant to live. I let him drag me back to where it all started, once again.
Let me take you to where it all started.
I woke up in a damp, cold place unrecognizable to me. My head was pounding. The drip and drop of a broken pipe let me know I was in a basement of sorts. My breathing started to become irregular, I tried to stretch my arms only to realize they were tied to a metal clamp on the ground. I let out a frustrated groan, the measly tied filthy ropes were causing rope burn on my wrists. I sat back and leaned my malnourished body against the hard brick wall. I closed my eyes trying to remember anything that could explain why I was tied up in a basement. Taking in several deep breaths I search my hyperactive brain for anything, anything at all.
But nothing, I look around the room looking for anything that could help me escape. I came up empty handed; all I can see are four brick walls with plaster peeling off of them. I humph then look up at the ceiling and stare at nothing in particular. The corner of my eye catches a red dot blinking. I don’t turn my body towards, so as to not alert my captures I’ve noticed. I make it out as a small camera hidden smugly behind a thick spider web. My shoulders tense. How couldn’t I have seen that before? I mentally slap myself. A camera normally blinks when red when it’s not connected to the internet or its about to shut down.
I relax my shoulder and wait. Not really knowing what for but I just wait. Surely whoever is keeping my down here would come down eventually, right?
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