The 10 Day Prompt Challenge: Day 5
Title: Bump in the Night
Prompt: "Things that go bump in the night." & #32 - Jagged
Characters/Pairing: Mandy
Rating: R
Warnings: References to physical, sexual, and emotional abuse
Word count: 300
Summary: It dark and cold, Terry's sleeping, and Mandy's trying to keep a hold on her sanity. Set during the kidnapping.
Mandy huddled against the jagged rock of the basement cell she’d been confined to. The tears she’d shed had left a pale path through the dust and dirt on her cheeks. Her eyes had long since dried up, though. She didn’t think she had another tear in her.
Terry was sleeping on the bed. He’d thrown her from it, violently into the wall she was currently pressed against, once he’d finished using her. She didn’t, couldn’t understand what had possibility happened to him to turn him into the monster he was proving to be.
Her body hurt, ached everywhere. She had bruises that she thought would never go away, and she was dirty. It wasn’t just the perpetual dust and dirt that permeated the air in that basement, it was the caked blood and semen that she couldn’t fully wash away. There was only so much she could do with a tiny sink with pitiful water pressure.
She had never believed in the things that go bump in the night, but she was beginning to have a change of heart, there. She never knew when he might wake up again, when he would hit her, rape her. She never knew when the disgusting guards would come back from a break and taunt her, or watch Terry hurt her and cheer him on.
She was living in Hell on Earth, and there was no way out, no freedom, no reprieve. She’d long ago given up hope that Nathan or Aunt Natalie or Kat would come and find her, save her from this torture. Without hope, Mandy had nothing to hold onto, no safe place for her sanity.
She didn’t know how much more she could take before breaking.
Huddled against that jagged rock, Mandy cried again as she prayed for salvation.
Prompt: "Things that go bump in the night." & #32 - Jagged
Characters/Pairing: Mandy
Rating: R
Warnings: References to physical, sexual, and emotional abuse
Word count: 300
Summary: It dark and cold, Terry's sleeping, and Mandy's trying to keep a hold on her sanity. Set during the kidnapping.
Mandy huddled against the jagged rock of the basement cell she’d been confined to. The tears she’d shed had left a pale path through the dust and dirt on her cheeks. Her eyes had long since dried up, though. She didn’t think she had another tear in her.
Terry was sleeping on the bed. He’d thrown her from it, violently into the wall she was currently pressed against, once he’d finished using her. She didn’t, couldn’t understand what had possibility happened to him to turn him into the monster he was proving to be.
Her body hurt, ached everywhere. She had bruises that she thought would never go away, and she was dirty. It wasn’t just the perpetual dust and dirt that permeated the air in that basement, it was the caked blood and semen that she couldn’t fully wash away. There was only so much she could do with a tiny sink with pitiful water pressure.
She had never believed in the things that go bump in the night, but she was beginning to have a change of heart, there. She never knew when he might wake up again, when he would hit her, rape her. She never knew when the disgusting guards would come back from a break and taunt her, or watch Terry hurt her and cheer him on.
She was living in Hell on Earth, and there was no way out, no freedom, no reprieve. She’d long ago given up hope that Nathan or Aunt Natalie or Kat would come and find her, save her from this torture. Without hope, Mandy had nothing to hold onto, no safe place for her sanity.
She didn’t know how much more she could take before breaking.
Huddled against that jagged rock, Mandy cried again as she prayed for salvation.