Her neck was stiff and the ropes burned in her open wounds. She twisted her body in an attempt to loosen her bindings, but to no avail. Everyday of this new life of hers had been like this. She would wake from her nightmares and upon finding herself in hell she would test the ropes. Watching and feeling to find any glimmer of hope, any change in the knots tightness which could aid her in escaping. She found none.
She looked around, surveying the room. Nothing was new. Her captor kept the room spotless and free of any object she might use to harm him, or get free. A fresh pair of clothes had been set out for her, along with a fresh blanket and a paper cup half full of water. Her stomach growled. She could see from the brightness of the room, he would come feed her soon. She had become to enjoy his visits. Not because of his presence but because he untied the ropes and let her satisfy her cravings.
The lock in the door clicked. Her eyes widened with anticipation. A short man stepped into the room with delicate and docile steps. His head was bald but his white beard was full. Her eyes never left him as he maneuvered closer to the bed she was tied to. Her blood boiled with the need to strike out at him, to attack him and flee from her prison.
The short mans hands worked deftly with the knots and rope. She was released in the matter of no time. As soon as she was untied, she lashed out at him, but he was gone. The lock on the door clicked into place with finality.
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