Never Enough Tomorrows: A Zombie Apocalypse Novel By Christopher Hugh Mills.

Angelica(Day of the Collapse)

Angelica was terrified every time the door opened now, terrified her captor was going to come in dragging another little girl in with him. Someone else for him to torment, to torture.

She looked through the entire basement trying to find a weapon, something to use to kill him with but there was nothing. She thought about hitting him with the chair at her desk but that was laughable. He would just shrug it off and beat her with it.

The last three times he had raped her he had been rougher than he had to be. Of course afterwards he was apologetic.

He was also more talkative. For all the time he had held her captive he had hardly spoken. A casual word here and there, a command as to how he wanted to take her, or a comment on her looks. Now he was a motormouth. And it was mostly about her, the new girl.

He talked about how sweet and innocent she was and how he couldn't wait to introduce his two favorite girls to each other.

He was following the new girl around now and it made Angelica shiver. She wondered how long he had followed her before he had taken her in the park just down the street from her house.

This new little girl had no idea about the terror that was stalking her. This fat bastard with his beady little eyes and his fat pig face. She had to do something before he terrorized this little girl. She just didn't know what.

He was also more paranoid it seemed. The world outside was going to hell in a hand basket according to her captor. Riots and violence were increasing, but he assured her that he would keep her safe, along with her new little sister.

A terrifying thought crossed her mind. What if it really was as bad as he was saying and what if he fell victim to some unforeseen violence, leaving her in her prison with no food and no way out. She would die slowly then, horribly. She needed to act.

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The next day was normal as far as her world went. He fed her breakfast then came home and fed her lunch. After lunch he had her give him oral, no rough sex. She had no idea what was going on.

After lunch she sat on her mattress and tried to read one of the books he sometimes brought down to her. She couldn't concentrate on the story. She brought out her crayons and the picture of a blue jay she was working on. Nothing could distract her.

She got up and paced around her little room. Think Angelica, think. For heaven's sake another little girl's freedom, her very sanity are on the line.

She needed to act soon. She thought about maybe strangling him with a sheet but that was a joke, he was stronger than she was. He would over power her and possibly kill her, only to kidnap the other girl anyway.

Maybe she could get past him and run out the door. Yeah right, she had tried that a time or two when he had first brought her here. He had caught her and whipped her with the belt.

She ran her hands through hair, nothing was forming in her mind, no plan. She felt so helpless, so useless.

She laid down on her mattress and stared up at the ceiling. What was she going to do?

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She awoke to the sound of the lock being disengaged on her door. She must have fallen asleep at some point. She sat up in bed and stretched as the door opened. He stood there half in and half out of the doorway. He had something hidden in his unseen hand.

Her heart quickened in her chest and her breath caught in her throat. She imaged a scared little girl on the other side of that door. She waited to be introduced to her new "little sister".
He was smiling.