I layed on the cold basement floor. Beaten and bruised I figured the man that had taken me went out for his morning coffee.
I didn't know his name because he would never tell me. I guess he knew that I would tell someone about him if I ever got out.
I slowly got up ignoring the pain I felt all over my body. The pain I wish I felt no more.
I was starving due to the fact the man never fed me. I felt alone...Like nobody was going to rescue me.
I longed for the day when someone did rescue me and take me out of hell.
I walked to the window and tried yelling "help" to anyone that was near. But nobody came.
Nobody except the mans car indicating that he was finished with his errands.
I grew scared knowing that if he heard me then he would come down here and beat me. Like he always does.
I got down and ran to my hiding spot as I heard him park his car in the drive through.
I didn't have any phone so I couldn't call anyone. Which made things a whole lot worse.
I heard footsteps enter the house. It was the mans footsteps.
I curled in a ball inside of my hiding spot. He was never able to reach me in here.
The door to the basement opened and the man came downstairs. "Where are you darling? I have a surprise for you!"
The man said in a creepy tone. I grew scared as his footsteps came closer to my hiding spot.
I was terrified of this man. He beat me everyday.
He wouldn't let me out of the basement and nobody answered my call. I wished someone would save me. Save me from hell......
