The knocking was relentless. She tried to ignore it, but she couldn’t. She sat up and stepped from her bed. She started to nervously pace back and forth in her small room. She moved her hands up to her head and covered her ears. But the knocking persisted. Where was he? Why wasn’t he answering the door?
She continued to pace, trying to will away the knocking, but to no avail. She went to the door of her room, which was always locked, and slowly turned the knob. She was surprised when the door swung opened. The knocking grew louder and more insistent. She looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings as she followed the sound of the knocking and navigated toward its source.
It led her to the front door of the small house. The knocking suddenly stopped as she cautiously approached the door. She pulled back the deadbolt, turned the knob, slowly opened the door, and tentatively peeked through a glass pane. She saw a man and a woman walking away from the house and getting into a black sedan. She heard the car’s engine start and watched as it slowly pulled out of the driveway.
She tried calling out, “Help me!” But her voice, which she seldom used, had little volume to it, and there was no way the two people who had just driven off could have heard her cry for help.
She closed the front door and made her way back to her room, where she had lived ever since she could remember. She closed the door and laid back down on her bed. There was nothing she could do but wait until her captor returned to feed her. To bathe her. And to rape her.
Written for this week’s What Do You See? prompt from Sadje. Photo credit: Phmaxiestevez @ Pixabay.