This was a short story I wrote for English which I might adapt into a book if people like it, but I'll most likely do it anyway. Trapped in a cellar by a mad man Jane tries holding on to the last shred of sanity. All she knows is fear, fear of when he might visit her and the fear of what he might do. Hope is almost all gone, the only thing Jane can do is pray that her body and mind is as strong as her thirst for survival.