Walking home in the bitter cold of the night, she glances around, paranoid, paranoid that someone is watching her. She takes no risks walking home, staying under street lights, avoiding alley ways, crossing the street to avoid strangers, and sprinting out of darkness. She approaches the door of her house, which she shares with her family, and unlocks the door. As she opens the door the smell of iron hits her nostrils. She tried to run from the door, realizing where the smell came from - blood, but as quickly as she tried to run away she felt a cord wrap around her neck. Her vision went blurry, her breathing became strained, and her body became limp as she went unconscious. As she lies awake atop the bitterly cold concrete floor, a wave of bone rattling trembles takes over her body; however, there are binds tied so tightly against her skin, that limit nearly all movement, that the ropes carve rivers of blood into her pale and naked flesh. Desperately wanting to writhe in agony, each shallow breath becomes increasingly difficult as the motion of her diaphragm guides the restraints to chisel deeper into her body, forcing her to feel as though she were becoming a living corpse. Suddenly, breathing no longer felt like a subconscious action of living, but a conscious effort of surviving. Actively straining to breathe as little as possible without losing consciousness, she quickly realizes that a cloth crowds her mouth and she decides against filling the blindingly dark and deafeningly noiseless room with her shrieks for help.
