Winters chill blew through the trees of the misty forest, and through the holes of the old rickety house. The basement was cold and musty, void of any light from the outside or from the antique light bulb that hung awkwardly to one side more than the other. The silence, the silence was deafening. All you could hear was silence when he left the house. The soft rattling of chains wasn't enough to zone out the black void of silence. Her hands hung above her head, her feet bound together like a bride and groom. She no longer felt the pain of the chains digging into her wrists for her hands had gone numb. One more, one more chance was all she needed to escape the hell that had become of her life.
Slowly rising up onto her feet, balancing as best as she could, Marcel tried desperately to reach for the keys that hung a few centimeters away from her hands. Her fingertips grazed the rim of the circular object that had her freedom connected to it. She pushed forward at the very last second and grabbed the keys. Unlocking the chains she freed her wrists and then her feet, looking for the best exit. A small crawl space leading outside stood at the far left of the room. Quickly removing the wooden square that presented as a door, she made her way out of the basement and into the dew of the morning. It finally hit her that she was free at last. Marcel's heart pounded in her chest as she ran, hoping and praying that she would survive. She had been saving her energy just in case she ever needed it. 10 days she spent in his basement, 10 days without contact with any other human, 10 days stuck in an old room with nothing but her thoughts to accompany her. Now she was free from chains, the coldness.
Adrenaline pumped through her veins as she saw a building, followed by roads going every direction. Just before she reached the clear, the sound of a gun shot rang through the air like a lightning bolt. A sharp sting ran up Marcels' leg as she tumbled to the ground. Sticks and rocks create bruises and cuts all along her skin. Heavy footsteps approached her quickly, and she felt herself getting picked up from the ground. She was greeted with something big and warm pressed against her upper body, while a strong grip was placed around her ankles. She could feel her bullet wound bleeding, as she started to get dizzy, and the world began to spin. She watched as the world slowly faded into blackness.
As she opened her eyes back up slowly, the all too familiar smell of the basement invaded her nostrils. She was back in the basement. Hot tears ran down her face as the realization dawned on her. She was never going to escape. She would be trapped there forever. With no chance of freedom.
