Out Of The Mans Grasp

CHAPTER 1

(click clonk click clonk)

The sound, the sound of the grandfathers clock ticking down the hall which I barley never saw.

I remember perfectly how it sounds I began humming its rhythm.

Soon my humming turns into words.

''Click clonk...click clonk'' I kept repeating it.

I was lookin down only too see the wet floor I didn't touch.

I was hanging.

My hands were chained up on the brick wall, while my back was touching its cold brick.

The tiny room I was in had only one door.

That door was slightly open where light was beaming from the outside, but on the inside it was basically pitch black.

I suddenly felt wetness on my wrist, I tardily turn my head feeling my long blonde hair stick to the back of my neck and forehead, only to see sticky hot blood pouring out of my wrist.

I must have cut myself with the iron chains I thought.

This has became a everyday thing for me.

Ever since that fateful day, when the man found-NO...found is definitely not the word to put it...TOOK me is better.

I was just having a tea party with my toys in my old backyard when a heavy shadow was standing over me.

When you first see the man he looks like a friendly neighbor or some nice fellow but he wasn't.

I was only six back then so I didn't really care that he was in my backyard, I should've.

I distinctively remember how he looked back then.

He had a huge brown dress coat, a regular black shirt, and black jeans, black boots, he was a white man with a black short beard and slick pitch black hair, and his eyes were as blue as the sky.

At the time I just smiled at him but now I cower in fear in front of him.

He said to me ''Hey little girl, you want to go somewhere better than here?" He had a huge creepy smile on his face. That should've been a warning sign for me but....it was not.

I was so eager to go somewhere better than my poor house and poor family, we had been living off of oatmeal,Cheerios, and bread for days so I agreed.

I took my tiny hand into his and went to his truck not telling my parents or my twin sisters that I was leaving with a man I didn't know.

Even till this day the memory eats at me like maggots, slow and painful. Chipping at my every being. Instead of it killing me, it instead waited till I had healed to eat at me again.

The man tortures me everyday.

Coming into this room with a whip and strikes at me until I have passed out.

For some unknown reason he hasn't done it today.

I'm grateful about this even a bit over joyed but...... something felt off.

I was so deep in thought that I didn't hear him come in.

I had spoken to soon.

The doorway light was reflecting his tall structure of a body but not enough to let me see his terrifying face. What I did see was his overalls covered in blood that looked new.

I gulped.

"Hey there sweet pea" I grimace at his stupid nickname that he gave me.

At each step he took towards me, made me feel even more uncomfortable.