Prologue
"Please talk to me."
She refused.
"At least look at me."
She held her gaze firmly on a dark corner in the tomb-like room. A single orange bulb flickered on and off, allowing her to see the angry bruises that ran down her legs out of the corner of her eyes. She set her jaw firmly and refused to look up - she didn't want to see him, let alone talk to him. He didn't deserve it.
"Don't make me do this!"
His voice rose and he roughly pulled her chin up, forcing her to look into his cruel eyes. She could barely make out his square jaw, but his dark eyes pierced hers, making her whimper softly. Her heart was thumping in her chest as she anticipated the blow that she knew was coming and squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself for the intense pain.
It never came. She heard faint knocking from above, and he huffed angrily before storming out of the cold basement. She watched his tall, muscular form disappear from the room and heard the lock snap shut. When she heard the front door creak open, she crawled carefully towards the locked door and put her ear to it, straining her ears to faintly hear the deep voice of the visitor.
"Good evening…police, have you seen…sixteen years old…brown hair…brown eyes…kidnapped…nearby park…Thursday evening." She felt something she had not for a long time. Hope. She started banging on the metal door and screaming at the top of her voice. Please, please, please help him to hear me, she pleaded with whoever was up there. She knew that this policeman was her only chance of getting out of this hell, her only chance at freedom.
"Please call…thank you…" No, no, no, please, she chanted in her head. She banged harder, screaming louder in her desperation. She felt hot tears scorch her tender cheeks as they leaked endlessly from her swollen eyes, knowing that her efforts were futile and would probably only anger him further. The slamming of the heavy front door caused all traces of hope to vanish instantly. Fear and dread flowed back into her at full force as she realized she had not stopped yelling or hitting the barrier between her and her freedom with her sore fists. The sound of heavy footsteps, his footsteps, echoing in the stairway leading to her cage snapped her out of her trance. She frantically scrambled back to her original spot in the far corner, hoping he had not heard her. She knew he had.
The door opened.
"Feeling brave, Rachel?"
She knew she would never have freedom again.
A/N Thanks for reading, this was actually written for an English assignment but I tweaked it a little. I got a pretty low grade so I would really like to know if you enjoyed it and if you can, give me some constructive criticism. Do you think I should continue?