Deadly Silence

She awoke in a dark, clammy room...

"Wh...where am I??"

No one answered. All she could hear was the beating of her own heart. Then she heard a noise; a board creek maybe. None the less, she could see something vaguely, a slight line of light under what she thought to be a door. Then, the door opened, and she then saw what was coming.

"What the hell is this, you fucking creep?!"

He didn't say a word, but the look on his face made her mute. She looked quickly around the room, to see if she recognized anything; she didn't.

There was one window with layers of silver duct tape, a pull string light on the ceiling, an old bed, and the door.

She recognized the man, but couldn't put a name to the face. He came down with a cold cut sandwich and a plastic cup of water. He untied her arms from the chair and stood lurkingly in the corner as she ate. Without saying a word, he sulked up to her, taking the tray of crumbs, and walked away.

She thought she was in the clear, he left her untied! But, before she had time to undo her left leg, he came back and tied her arms behind the rusted chair. Then, she started to feel awfully funny. Colors started to change, images became blurred, then everything was black.

...

Again, she awoke, this time very drowsy.The man was standing in the room already, just watching her.

"Why are you..."

She was struggling to breath.

"..doing this?"

The look on his face was blank, bland and mundane. He gave her nothing to go off of. There were no facial expressions to read. She couldn't identify him by his voice, because he wouldn't talk.

"I know him from somewhere, I just need something do go off of..." She kept thinking.

The man stood up, with a nightgown in his hand, untied her, and walked out of the room.

She looked around for a bit, confused and slightly dazed. She slipped on the nightgown and climbed into bed.

"How am supposed to sleep? I've been fucking sleeping all day!"

She started to get frustrated and angry. She was screaming about nothing and everything.

Eventually she fell asleep, between the crying and screaming.

When she awoke, the room looked different. It was bright, there were amateur paintings on the walls, a rug, even a fake window for her to look through and "see" the grass and sun.

"WHAT. THE. HELL!?!?!!? WHAT IS THIS?! WHY AM I HERE?!?! I AM SO CONFUSED?!! WHAT DID I DO?!!"

Then, she heard the door creak, and he came in. Cereal and a red cup filled with milk.

As she ate, she studied the man's features: tall, thicker, distorted face, light brown balding hair, dark bags under his eyes, crooked teeth.

"So familiar..." she thought. "If only I could remember where I know him from;"

When she finished her cereal, she looked at the man, ready for the next big surprise. But nothing happened. He just picked up the tray of food and left, locking the door on his way out.

After, what felt like a month, he moved her into a new room. It was more attractive, but still pretty grotesque. There was a barred window, a quilt on the bed, a nice rug and a dresser.

"I've never been so happy to see a these things!"

A slight smile grew on his face as she was running from the window to the quilt. She still didn't know where she was, even with the window view.

As he started to walk out the door, she pleaded for him to stop.

"Please... Talk to me! I'm so bored of being alone, I have nothing to do!"

He stared at her, his eyes pleaded for him to speak, but he couldn't. He just left.

Every time he came to see her, she tried to talk to him, but he would never speak.

After many months went by, and the relationship they had stayed the same. But slowly, he would go closer to her, becoming more friendly.

Though he would never talk, she could read his body language. They gained a good relationship though this.He became more friendly with her, bringing books for her to read and occasionally they would eat meals together.

Around Christmas, or so she thought from the snow, he became a little excessively friendly.

They had just finished lunch when he touched her upper thigh. She jumped and screamed. His lips started to turn up, forming an evil smirk.

The next thing she realized, his tongue was licking her cheek, and he was ripping her shirt. She was shrieking for him to stop, but he just kept pushing further. He started ripping her cloths and licking her in strange places.

"It's one thing to be kissed on the arm, cheek and face, but LICKED?!?! This guy is fucked up." She thought.

The next thing she knew, the room was dark, she was naked under the covers, and he was laying his arm on her. She didn't know what happened, but she had an idea. (Then again, everyone has this idea.) She threw his arm off her, got dressed, and cried at the window.

After what felt like an eternity, she finally realized who this man was.

When he came back into her room with supper, all hell broke loose.

"WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THIS YOU SICK FREAK?! MOM TOLD ME YOU WOULDN'T COME AROUND!! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE LONG GONE! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!?! I'M YOUR FUCKING DAUGHTER!!!!!"

With that, he sat down the tray, and went to turn around. But before he could, she picked up the tray, spilling the food, and bashed him over the head. 

He stumbled a little, but caught himself on the doorway. 

"You little tramp! JUST like your mother, you are! She didn't appriciate ANYTHING I did for her, just as you don't as well!"

"He spoke, for the first time in years, he spoke words" she thought.

He pounced on her, knocking her head on the dresser. 

Whe he realized he had hurt her, he got up quickly and galloped out fo the room, locking the door behind him.

He never went back into that room again, not wanting to know what happened to his daughter and lover. He hurt her, and he didn't want to see what happened. He knew that if he could've kept his mouth shut, he wouldn't have hurt her, but he didn't like the way she talked to him.

Little did he know that she was laying on the floor, dead. But she didn't die when she hit her head. She laid there, as blood leaked from her skull. She thought about moving, trying to escape, but decided it wasn't worth it. She didn't want to live, and she didn't want that thing inside her to live either.