The Dream

In Hiding

Laying there on bedrest I knew I had to run. I got up to get a glass of water. In doing so I walk past the cellar door and hear Master and another servant being punished for who knows what. It was at that point I decided that it was now or never. Getting my glass of water, I limped back to bed and laid there till it was our allotted time to sleep. I pretended to sleep and waited till everyone was asleep, or so I thought. I grabbed my previously packed bags and left. It was so dark I could barely see 2 feet infront of me and as if it couldn't get any worse, it started raining not 10 minutes after I left the mansion. The rain felt like chips of ice tearing my red and raw skin and the wind made it a million times worse. I walked down through the town and every building, every alley was filled with darkness. It was kinda spooky really, the streets were dark except for a tiny lamp on the corner of the street. I ran as fast as I could down the walk way to get as far away from Master as possible. All I could think about is what he would do if he found me.
I made my way through town and started down the open road. The rain had let up a bit but it was still so cold. I kept following the road till I heard the sound of a motorist driving his estate car towards me. I quickly duck into the forest beside me and quickly lose my way.
I came to what looked like an abandoned mineshaft tunnel. Seeking refuge from the rain I run into the shaft. Cold and wet from the storm, I attempt vainly to find something to warm me. It was hopeless though because nothing was dry enough to light a fire with. I sit just inside the shaft shivering and praying I dont die of hypothermia. I start thinking about Master again. I think about in very much detail what will happen. He would drag me back down to that cellar, whip and beat me till I was unrecognizable, and then just for good measure he would do it again ten times harder. He might even go as far as to cut me so much I bleed to death. One thing was certain, if he found me I wouldnt get out of this one alive. I imagine him striping me down to nothing and skining me alive just for pure pleasure (which lets be honest I think he already has.) I lay down still thinking about what I'm eventually doomed to. The same words kept running through my mind, "I'm going to be killed in cold blood." I close my eyes and was just about to fall asleep when I heard footsteps nearing my location. They suddenly stopped right outside the shaft. I looked up and gasped in fear... he had found me.