The Rabbit Hole

Chapter 11

Another sleepless night. Who can ever sleep in a place like this? Who can ever sleep in a situation like this? I just need to figure a way out of this place. I've been looking for something, anything I could find, anything I can use, and I come up with nothing. This place is empty. He's removed anything I can use against him. All he's left me is nothing but a four-cornered room with nothing but the echo of my voice bouncing off the walls. Broken. I'm close to being broken, I can tell. I'll soon end up in a broken pile of pieces like that shattered shelf at the north square of the room. Wait, that's it. He broke the shelf, left it splintered and spikey, it's just barely hanging on. I could snap a piece of wood from it and use it to knife him when he comes for me. Get up, Heather, get a weapon, and fight! Fight with all you have! Past the dirty mattress and towards the other end of the room, walking, still walking, almost there. The chain around my ankle snaps as it pulls against the iron pipe, I'm almost close to the shelf but I've reached my maximum distance. The chain link allows me a seventy percent distance of the entire room, with it still wrapped around my leg I won't be able to reach the shelf, let alone touch the wall across from me. No, I can't just give up like this, I have to reach out and grab it, it's right there, I have to grab it, even if it means that I have to dislocate my shoulder by doing so. I have to try. Reach for it, Heather, reach...reach, "Come on. Come on." Right now I'm standing on one leg, my chained leg is turned out and extended behind my body, both legs straight, reaching out with my left hand, I feel like a ballet dancer doing the Arabesque. I so regret quitting ballet now, my body hurts from all this stretching. However, it seems to be working, I'm getting closer to the shelf, a fingertip away...just...one more...centimetre. Shit! The door is being unlocked, it's him. Back to position by the time he sets his foot to the ground after the final step.

He's not saying anything to me. Just staring at me. "Goo'day, Suzanne." He starts, "How are we feeling today?" He says to me in a jibber voice. I can tell that it's fake, his eyes reflect detest towards me. "I hope my sudden burst of anger and frustration didn't frighten you. I didn't mean to." He takes a couple of steps closer to me. "But in all that's fair, you surprised me, Suzanne. I didn't know you were with-child when I brought you here. Had I did, well...let's not talk about that." He says with a grin.

"What do you want with me?" I ask.

"What do you mean? You know what I want. I want to play with you like you used to play with your boyfriends like old times." He says. I have no clue as to what this man is talking about.

"But you were not supposed to be with-child! No, you were not. So this means that our main game -let's call it, the "final stage"-will have to be postponed to a later time." I do not like the sound of that. "Don't worry. I have plenty of games for us to play before we reach the final stage." He says and then goes back upstairs.

Whatever it is he's planned for me, I hope I can survive it.