TW: R!PE, KIDNAPPING, ABUSE
She stands in perfect stillness.
Her body hasn’t moved one inch since.
Too scared to move.
Her mind however, moves as fast as lightning.
So much goes on behind those hazel eyes speckled with green.
Too many questions.
What just happened?
Is this real life?
What do I do next?
How do I dispose of the evidence?
How do I dispose a body?
She doesn’t fully remember the entire thing.
Her mind kind of drew a blank.
Was her mind even working?
Was her body in full control?
All she knows is what lays in front of her.
A man.
A man who currently has a knife in his neck that lays bleeding out on his bedroom floor.
However, this is not just any man.
This is THE man.
Or should I say was?
This is the man who raped and abused her.
Held her captive for days.
Held captive in that room.
His room.
Fearing the next second.
How long had she been there?
She had lost count of time after 2 weeks.
Convinced no one was looking for her anymore.
She thought if she lost hope everyone else must have.
They probably thought she was dead.
She might as well have been.
Suddenly her body is awakened by the sound of sirens.
She panics realizing she wasted her precious time.
Time she could have spent cleaning up.
Time she could have spent creating her plea for help.
The door busts down with a loud strike.
7 cops sit outside.
Even they are in utter awe of it.
The first one enters and asks her to come with him.
