Finally he had left.  Her body still tense, she waited for some time to be sure he was not returning.  She had no idea how long she had been here, weeks, months, time melted together.  Looking at his latest victim laying there on the table in front of her, so tried to close her mind to what had just happened.  He had flayed open her body like a fish while he grabbed her own hands and forced her to fondle the girl’s insides.  The girl’s screams still echoed in her ears, she had survived too long as he guided his hands around her insides, until he moved her hands to the girl’s heart and forced her to squeeze the center of life out of the girl.  She closed her eyes and shuddered at the memory of the way it beat under her hand until it exploded in a shower of blood.  She took a deep breath, the stench of blood and death permeated this place.  

Thinking she had waited long enough, she started working her right hand smaller.  She had metal manacles on her wrists and ankles, chained to the wall in this room.  There was enough chain that he could drag her into his disgusting obsession, but not give her much room beyond.  She had finally learned how to contort her hand smaller than her manacles.  It took some work and was painful, but it was nothing compared to what he did to her, let alone what he made her do with him to his victims.  As she tugged her hand through the manacle, things thicker than blood that had dried to her hands and arms from the girl peeled off her skin.  

As she freed both hands, she began working at her feet, pointing them as hard as she could, the manacle caught on her ankle bone.  She could slide it through, but needed something to lubricate it.  She tried to spit, but her mouth was too dry to form anything to help her.  Sitting there, she looked at the girl.  “I’m so sorry,” she whispered as she reached her feet over to the lifeless body and sunk them into her belly, coating them with fresh blood.  It was just enough her ankles still bruised, but she could pull her feet through.  

Wasting no time, she got up and headed for the door, straining to hear any sound, she opened it and ran down the hall.  She had no idea where she was being held captive, all she knew is she had to get out.  At the end of the long hall was an elevator.  Panicked, she looked around for stairs or some other source to freedom, not knowing what would be on the other side of such a small confined space.  She took a deep shaky breath as she stepped into the elevator and pushed the button to go up.  

She cowered as small as she could in the corner as the elevator rose smooth and silent.   After what felt like an eternity, the elevator stopped moving and with a silent whoosh, the doors opened.  Trembling, she peered around the corner; there was nothing but a small stone room with a ladder that went to a hatch type door.   Stepping out, she went to the ladder.  Her feet slipped on the blood as she climbed up, but her determination to be free kept her sure and firm as she climbed the ladder.  

The hatch was almost too heavy for her, but the sun that gleamed through the crack was warm and blinding.  A breeze of fresh air brushed her face and her heart hammered in her chest.  She was waiting for him to just pop out of no where and knock her off the ladder.  What if he was just on the other side of the hatch?  Swallowing her fear she would not wait to find out, straining, she pushed up on the hatch and saw green grass and the edge of a wooded area.  The vision of heaven to her, freedom, she pushed the hatch up enough to slide her body out and peer behind the hatch.  There was a large yard with a cabin, and woods on the other side.  But he was no where to be found.  As the hatch shut, it became camouflaged with the grass; she would never have known it was there, his chamber of dementia, deep beneath the ground in what seemed to be an old bomb shelter. 

She ran as fast as her legs would go, away from the house and into the woods, her heart hammered in her chest like the wings of a hummingbird trapped.  The tree branches seemed to want to stop her, catching in her hair and scratching her face, and still she ran.  The underbrush tearing her already bruised and bloody feet open, but she didn’t feel any of it.  Still she ran as hard and fast as her legs would go, determined to put as much distance between her and the hell behind her.  Her lungs burned, and she couldn’t catch her breath, she paused against a tree and risked the look back.  There was nothing but the wooded area, she couldn’t even see through the trees to the yard and house anymore.  

She was free from the chambers below, but she was far from safe.  She wanted to keep running, but not knowing where she was, or how far these woods would go, her mind swirled with what she should do.  Her entire body trembled, so weak, but the desperation to be as far from here as possible drove her forward.  Able to breathe again, she moved forward, at a more restrained pace, trying to come up with a plan.  Turning to look behind her as she took a step, she never saw the trip wire as the ground below her opened up and swallowed her. 

She screamed as she fell, clawing at the earth around her, snapping off her nails like dead twigs from the tree.  She tried to dig in her heels to slow her decent, and the hole turned and she slid at an awkward angle when her legs bent up in front of her.  Balled up, she fell faster, and when she tried to scream again, dirt filled her mouth.  Darkness surrounded her as she was deposited into a large metal chamber with a hard thud.  Stunned with the hard sudden stop, she heard the hole which she fell through closing above her.  She looked up and saw him standing in the doorway.  “Welcome back Emily,” he said as he slammed the door shut, leaving his laughter echoing in her ears.  The realization sunk in that she was back inside the chamber, back to being is prisoner.  As she broke, she screamed into the darkness and madness fell around her.

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2 thoughts on “Escape

  1. Nice work on this Beth. The ending was just a tad telegraphed, but I thought the execution was good. You used nice descriptors in this one, too. Overall, a very promising entry in your growing repertoire of stories!

    Keep up the good work!

  2. Thank you very much Dane!! I had another paragraph describing her falling down the hole, her fear of carnivorous rabbits rending the flesh from her body. But in the end deleted it, as it felt too far off base of the story. 🙂

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