Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 2

When Lucy regained consciousness, she took a quick look around.

The walls were covered in a slight green color, mildew. She could smell it too. Not her favorite thing in the world. Not at all.

But what she saw before her was familiar. A pink sweatshirt that she hadn't yet worn. It was supposed to be in her closet at home. How had it got here? she wondered. It only took a moment to realize the answer.

Whoever had abducted her, had planned it. How else had her new sweater appear in the basement of her kidnappers home?

As Lucy was lost in thought, the basement door flew open.

"So, tell me your name." the man said with his deep voice. It made Lucy shake.

"Please, don't hurt me! My name is Lucy Fesh. Just don't hurt me!" she wailed, trying her best to hold back the tears she knew were coming.

The man sensed her fear and seemed to be enjoying it. "I'm in charge here. Don't tell me what to do."

He plopped down beside the quivering girl. "So Lucy, do you know why you're here?" she shook her head. "Of course you don't. You're here because of a promise I made to your father. A promise I must keep. And that promise would be to make sure you grew up right. Well, let's just say he never asked what my opinion of 'right' is."

He glanced over at the girl and sneered. "In order to become proper, you must learn pain."

Then he rose, still watching the girl. "And don't try anything funny. I know everything there is to know about you. And the most important thing in your life is your mother. We wouldn't want her to get hurt, would we?"

Lucy shook her head with distance in her eyes. A single tear rolled down her red cheek. "No, we wouldn't." she muttered before looking away from the monstrous man that stood before her.

"Good girl. My name is Malcome by the way." Then he left.

Lucy got up to get her sweater. The cold damp room was overwhelming her.

She slipped it on and sunk down to the ground into a heap. Lucy sobbed, and muttered, "Please, don't hurt me."