No one's POV
After 🅱️oland had closed the door, leaving you in the dark, you furiously rub your face and neck, desperate to wipe yourself clean of his disgusting touch. Even remembering the way he touched you made you want to gag and cry your eyes out.
You start to pull on the chains than sturdily bounded you to the basement premises as the urge to cry grew stronger deep down. Sliding down on the cold concrete floor in defeat, you begin to give up.
How long was he planning to keep you here?
For how much longer was he going to harass you?
Why do this to you?
What was he going to do to you?
In between your sobs, you suddenly hear muffled voices coming from above you. It looked like they were having a conversation of some sorts.
Shuffling feet, loud foots steps of someone running and growls, emigre from above you. The footsteps were different, one was a bit light and delicate, while the other was rough and strong.
It somehow makes you hopeful. Someone is fighting for my freedom! You smile and stagger to your feet, dusting yourself off and looking at the basement door with a large smile.
In any minute now... I will be rescued! You stare at the door... but this never opened. A loud laugh erupted from the door and echoed throughout the basement. This laugh was loud, hoarse and ripped of all sanity.
🅱️oland...
It had to be 🅱️oland's laugh...
But...
Why was he laughing...
You looked at the ceiling as the footsteps seemed to be running away from something, then they skidded to a stop.
"I said. LET ME GO!!"
The tone of this voice was high female, and you froze, 🅱️oland was doing something to this poor girl.
A loud stomp shook some dirt off the basement ceiling and managed to get in your eyes. Desperately, you tried to get them out with the heme of your shirt.
After cleaning your eyes free of dirt, you continue to look up. But instead of being hopeful, you were scared.
The light footsteps seem to go up a flight of stairs and... disappear.
Or so you thought. A loud thump hit the floor, shaking more dust off the ceiling. This time you decided to look down for a while so that it wouldn't get into your eyes again.
You can't help it feel slightly scammed, if they weren't here to save you... than why was this person here?
A loud wood scraping noise came from above. Was she dragging something to throw at 🅱️oland?
A sudden, loud, shrill and blood curdling scream made you fall to the floor as your blood ran as cold as ice throughout your body.
What was happening?
Was that girl ok?
What was 🅱️oland doing to her?
Thumps against flesh and wood shook the house as those screams persisted. You cover your ears and squint your eyes shut.
You don't want to hear this.
Then suddenly... silence.
Nothing else was heard throughout the house for a while. Just.... muffled voices.
You begin to feel dizzy...
Maybe this is just a bad dream...
Yea...
That's it...
This is just a nightmare...
And your finally waking up...
Right?...
Slowly you slide to the left...
You feel tired...
This had been a long night...
How long have you been here?
You don't care...
Your tired...
And all you want now is to rest.
You lie on the cold concrete floor and you drift to sleep.
Covered with darkness.
Scared and alone.
Hopeing for someone to help.
But in the end...
You realize...
Who would actually want to help you?
And most importantly...
Who was going to miss you?
