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the gap. The door slammed shut again, the lock clicking into place, and the footsteps ran off.
Lily frowned. Did they have children here? The light footing and speed made her think it had been a child who’d delivered the tray—it certainly hadn’t been one of the two men.
But her hunger and thirst didn’t allow her to think it over any further. Her attention moved to the tray. A piece of bread and a plastic cup of water. It was as plain as she could ever imagine, but her hunger turned it into a three course meal.
Lily dived at the food, not stopping long enough to examine it before tearing off chunks and shoving food into her mouth. She’d not eaten for days, and the bread tasted like fluffy pieces of heaven.
She finished the bread too quickly and washed the meal down with the water. Her stomach lurched, rolling like suds in a washing machine, and she held her hand to her mouth, certain she would be sick. She didn’t want to lose the food or water. If she was ever going to get out of this situation, she needed to stay strong—both physically and mentally.
The nausea passed, the meal settling in her stomach, and she was able to relax, at least on that front.
Lily got to her feet and went to the door. She pressed her ear against the wood to try and get any sense of whether or not someone was out there. She heard no other sounds, but someone might have been sitting silently. Cautiously, she reached out and tried the handle. The handle twisted a fraction and then stopped. Even though she was sure the door had been locked, she pulled on the handle a couple of times and then shoved her shoulder against the wood, hard enough to hurt.
She lifted her hands and smacked on the door. “Hey! Who’s out there? Someone help me.”
There were others in the house, other people who worked for the man who called himself Monster. Surely not all of them could be as cruel as he was, willing to keep a woman captive? Someone out there must be willing to help her—she just needed to find a way to reach them.
She banged on the door and yelled until her throat was sore and her palms smarted. The small amount of energy she’d gained from the bread quickly waned and she placed her forehead against the door, her breath heaving in and out of her lungs.
“Please,” she said in a tiny voice. “Please, someone help me.”
A tear slipped down her cheek, and with it her determination and resolve ebbed from her body. She slid down the door to sit on the floor, and rested her head against the wood as she cried.
***
No one came to her.
The time passed, and she alternated sleeping, curled up on the floor, with raging and banging at the door. She soon worked out that no amount of thumping on the wood and shouting was going to make any difference. All it did was leave her throat sore, her voice croaky, and her hands bruised.
The meager meal she’d consumed quickly became a distant memory, and pangs of hunger knotted in her stomach once again. Though her mouth and throat were dry, she didn’t know if the water from the faucet was safe to drink, and she did her best to ignore her thirst.
No clock hung on the wall, and because there were no windows in the room, she had no way of tracking the time. She guessed she’d been here for a whole day and night, but she could have been off by a number of hours.
Finally, movement came at the door.
Lily got to her feet as the door opened and the older man entered again. His eyes locked on Lily and he held up the cuffs and blindfold once more.
“Sir would like to meet with you again.”
She folded her arms over her chest. “I’m going to guess that I don’t have much say in the matter.”
The faintest hint of a smile tweaked at the corner of his mouth. “I’m afraid not.”
Lily sighed. There was no point in fighting. The only way she was going to get out of this room was by finding out what this Sir wanted with her, and the only way of finding out was by talking with him
Lily frowned. Did they have children here? The light footing and speed made her think it had been a child who’d delivered the tray—it certainly hadn’t been one of the two men.
But her hunger and thirst didn’t allow her to think it over any further. Her attention moved to the tray. A piece of bread and a plastic cup of water. It was as plain as she could ever imagine, but her hunger turned it into a three course meal.
Lily dived at the food, not stopping long enough to examine it before tearing off chunks and shoving food into her mouth. She’d not eaten for days, and the bread tasted like fluffy pieces of heaven.
She finished the bread too quickly and washed the meal down with the water. Her stomach lurched, rolling like suds in a washing machine, and she held her hand to her mouth, certain she would be sick. She didn’t want to lose the food or water. If she was ever going to get out of this situation, she needed to stay strong—both physically and mentally.
The nausea passed, the meal settling in her stomach, and she was able to relax, at least on that front.
Lily got to her feet and went to the door. She pressed her ear against the wood to try and get any sense of whether or not someone was out there. She heard no other sounds, but someone might have been sitting silently. Cautiously, she reached out and tried the handle. The handle twisted a fraction and then stopped. Even though she was sure the door had been locked, she pulled on the handle a couple of times and then shoved her shoulder against the wood, hard enough to hurt.
She lifted her hands and smacked on the door. “Hey! Who’s out there? Someone help me.”
There were others in the house, other people who worked for the man who called himself Monster. Surely not all of them could be as cruel as he was, willing to keep a woman captive? Someone out there must be willing to help her—she just needed to find a way to reach them.
She banged on the door and yelled until her throat was sore and her palms smarted. The small amount of energy she’d gained from the bread quickly waned and she placed her forehead against the door, her breath heaving in and out of her lungs.
“Please,” she said in a tiny voice. “Please, someone help me.”
A tear slipped down her cheek, and with it her determination and resolve ebbed from her body. She slid down the door to sit on the floor, and rested her head against the wood as she cried.
***
No one came to her.
The time passed, and she alternated sleeping, curled up on the floor, with raging and banging at the door. She soon worked out that no amount of thumping on the wood and shouting was going to make any difference. All it did was leave her throat sore, her voice croaky, and her hands bruised.
The meager meal she’d consumed quickly became a distant memory, and pangs of hunger knotted in her stomach once again. Though her mouth and throat were dry, she didn’t know if the water from the faucet was safe to drink, and she did her best to ignore her thirst.
No clock hung on the wall, and because there were no windows in the room, she had no way of tracking the time. She guessed she’d been here for a whole day and night, but she could have been off by a number of hours.
Finally, movement came at the door.
Lily got to her feet as the door opened and the older man entered again. His eyes locked on Lily and he held up the cuffs and blindfold once more.
“Sir would like to meet with you again.”
She folded her arms over her chest. “I’m going to guess that I don’t have much say in the matter.”
The faintest hint of a smile tweaked at the corner of his mouth. “I’m afraid not.”
Lily sighed. There was no point in fighting. The only way she was going to get out of this room was by finding out what this Sir wanted with her, and the only way of finding out was by talking with him
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