Helpless

Prologue

Prologue

She huddled in the corner of the room. Her body ached all over. The bruises were barely visible in the dim light of the old, rusty room. If only it was darker, she thought, so I wouldn't have to see the torture along with feel it.

Fear flooded her mind as the door creeked open and a man stepped in the cramped room. He grabbed the teenaged girl's chin and blew his nasty, cigar smelling breath in her face as he spoke.

"So maybe today is the day, darlin'," he said in his scratchy, raspy, ill voice. She tried to escape his grasp but the grip of his grimey hand was stronger then the young, skinny, mal-nurished girl.

Tears fell down her face as she thought of herself. The way the man was imagining her. Dead.

"No," the ugly man said as he thought. "I can't do that to you, beautiful. I'll just wait 'till the hunger gets to you and you become savage."

As he exited, she breathed and shivered in the corner. Cold. Alone. No one to talk to. She sent a silient prayer to whatever god in imagination would care.