Psychopath : The escape

the beginning of trauma.

Adrienne POV:
Squatted down, hiding behind the couch; closer to the wall. I was holding my breathe from both my hands on my mouth so that ,that maniac couldn't find me. Tears streaming from my swollen eyes, my body sweating from top to toe , my hands shaking, my eyes blinking, my heart pounding, with my every breath i was taking, i was feeling like i would choke on the next. My eyes widened as i saw him through the small space between the sofas. My gaze fell on his legs, my soul began trembling as he whistled some song like he would do when he goes crazy. That whistling sound, it was tearing my soul apart. I knew he would catch me it was going to be my worst nightmare come true.

"Sweetheart?" He sang, to which I skipped a heartbeat and let out an inaudible gasp. That evil singsong of his was the most poisonous weapon that would bruise my soul and my head feel dizzy. As he took steps forward, i could see that face of his, those almond shaped, deep eyes behind which lied his lunatic personality. Looking at him, anyone would easily get deceived by how alluring and eye pleasing he was to look at. His heart shaped lips, sharp features, his dark and shiny hair; everything about his appearance was undeniably intimidating but also bewitchingly attractive. But no, his appearance could tell nothing about him, he could put up a charming smile on his face while killing you terribly. That round silver earring in his right ear dangled as he slowly turned his head to the left, to my right to see behind the drawers. I internally gasped and moved back, hiding my whole body behind the sofas.
"Darling, come out now" he spoke, singing rhythmically.
"You've gotten too brave, haven't you?"
My pressed my hands more harder on my mouth while tears wouldn't stop flowing down my eyes. I squeezed my eyes, putting my head on my knees.

"Oh c'mon. I will forgive you for what you did. So be a good girl now and come out." He slightly clenched his jaw but covered it with a phony smile.
"Don't make me angry, you know what happens when i get angry, right?"
Singing, he stretched his neck, kept walking slowly looking at every corner.
With my eyes closed and head down, i was praying he could never find me. He began whistling again and that sound was the most traumatizing sound, i didn't think i would be able to forget it even if i died. I covered my both ears with my hands to prevent that sound from entering my head but slowly it got louder and... I lifted my head and gasped with my eyes wide opened.
"Bingo!" He said, squatting at my level and then chuckled evilly.

*4 hours ago*
I was sitting in that empty room without any windows. Starring at the dim lot lamp dangling in the ceiling, with my back against the wall, every time he used to go out he would lock me in that room until he'd come back. With a deep sigh, i drifted my gaze to my wrist, it was hurting because of that thick silver chain around it. It had been a month i was wearing that chain for. I could open it if i would have tried but i was too scared to do that, i was horrified of the consequences of when he would find out i removed the chain.
Adrienne's white gown:

Lifting my white gown, i stared at those purple scars all over my legs. Those were not only on my legs but my whole body. The bites, the cuts, burned skin and those fresh finger marks on my throat as he was choking me in the morning because the coffee i made was too hot for him and it burnt his tongue. Later when his anger would cool down he'd kiss me, bite me, but that was even worse than physical torture.
Why am I so weak? I softly banged the back of my head against the wall as hot tears streamed down my eyes, i began to cry. Why?! I screamed in my head while crying. I hate this room, i hate this house, i hate him, i hate his guts, i hate myself. I ......
Sobbing, i started banging my chained hand on the floor which was producing the non resonant sound l. I hate this chain!!! I was so suffocated that i wanted to die at that point. Standing up, i began to remove that chain, panting, sobbing. I wanted that thing away from me, i couldn't take it anymore. The chain opened and fell on the ground. I gasped. I was dazed. But it wasn't there on my wrist anymore. I touched my wrist with my fingers and gripped it gently.
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What happens next? Will Adrienne be successful in her first escape attempt. Who is  that man who traumatized her? Will she get drowned by her thoughts. Only one way to find out- vote!!