Gagged And Bound

CHAPTER SEVEN

I slowly pushed his heavy body off of me and rolled him to the side. I got up and grabbed the first piece of clothing I found, his jacket, so that I was at least sort of guarded against the cold. I zipped it and walked out slowly closing the door behind me. I couldn't control the bursts of happiness as I realized I could go. I ran down the stairs and saw the door. I raced to it and quickly turned the knob. Nothing. It didn't budge... Not an inch. That's when I saw it. The latch connected to the door was closed with a pad lock. Just like that the last of the hope I felt was gone. I slid down the door and the tears fell. I cried and sobbed and banged on the floor in anger until I heard a loud deep laugh. I looked up and there he was. He was laughing at me. Who am I kidding? I would too. I must look like a complete idiot. Trying to escape in nothing but a short leather jacket in the middle of winter. "Come here," he demanded. I didn't move. I couldn't. It was over all of my happiness... Gone. "I said get your pathetic ass up and come here," he said through clenched teeth. "No," I whimpered barely above a whisper. "What the fuck did you say," he was right in front of me now and my breathing was getting shallower by the second. "I said no," with that he grabbed my arm and pulled me up. I tried to pull away but he had a killer grip. He pulled me to a door at the other end of the small house and swung it open. He threw me into the pitch black space and closed the door behind him. I couldn't see a thing but I could feel it. The cold stone floor freezing my bare legs the pain of my wrists from his touch and most of all the humiliation of being caught trying to escape a place that had no escape. My legs burned from the cold so I did the only thing I could. I took off the last thing covering me and sat on it. My body was frozen but it wasn't burning like it would be if it was laying on the floor like my legs were. I cried cold salty tears and pretended I could see them hit the floor. I failed. It was over. I was stuck here forever and the sad part is that wasn't what was making me cry. It was the fact that I was okay with it that made me cry.