Glass

Escape

Marty watched as Rick tied the girl's arms down, laughing and smacking her damaged skin. Marty felt like he would throw up if he had to watch it any longer. The girl's whole body was soaked in blood.

"Look, Rick..."

"Oh, scaredy boy wants to join in the fun, huh?" Rick said, grinning.

"No, it's not that. Don't you think... I don't know, I mean, don't you think this is too much?"

"What do you mean?" The grin on Rick's face fell.

Marty gulped. "Do you really have to hurt her that bad?"

"Course I do, how else am I supposed to make her scream?"

Marty shivered as that evil grin returned. "Right. I'm going upstairs, then."

"Aw, come on, man! Have a little fun with her. I wanna watch."

This time Marty let his emotions show. "Are you kidding me? That's fucking disgusting, Rick!"

"Haha, suit yourself. I'll be upstairs. Holler when you've used her up." Rick gave him rough pat on the back and then made his way up to the kitchen. The door swung closed behind him.

Marty looked over at the girl and sighed. He reached up and untied her hands. She was hanging from a wooden post that ran along the ceiling. "You only have to do this one more time, okay? Tonight I'm getting you out of here."

The girl nodded, but she didn't seem very hopeful.

Marty could understand why. "Look, I know... I know it's hard. But tonight I think we can do this. Trixie's going out, and Rick'll probably be so drunk he'll sleep through anything... " He trailed off as he saw that his plan wasn't helping her feel any better. "Just don't give up. Don't ever give up." He patted her on the hair and turned up the stairs.

The girl winced as she heard Rick shouting in the kitchen.

"Wow, you finished her quick! That little bitch is quite the pleaser, isn't she?"

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The night came slowly. Every second seemed to tick past ten times as long as they should've been, but eventually, it was time.

The girl was going home.

Marty grabbed the keys and snuck down to the basement, finding the girl and quickly pulling one of his massive sweaters over her head. "Come on, this way," he whispered.

The girl could barely walk, but he was able to help her up the stairs and into the kitchen. "Over here..." He stepped quietly, checking every corner of each room as he led her through the house. Eventually, they made it to the living room.

Rick was sleeping on the couch. Marty led the girl slowly through the room, praying that the floor wouldn't creak.

Marty could see the front door. Relief was already filling him as he reached for the handle, his hand inches away from freedom...

"Whatcha doin', brother?" Trixie flipped the light on, and suddenly, everything changed. 

Author's Note:

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