The darkness was back for yet another night and with it came only a candle. The flame flickered twice before it was gone, leaving the room cold, still and black.
She nursed her wounds with only a hand, her clothes wrapped to her body. She cursed aloud when she heard his voice, so cold, so cruel, so dreadful.
She braced herself against the chair, wishing for freedom, life and love.
With two cries, she reached out for a sign and with it came nothing but silence.
As his hand grasped her breast, she let out a hiss and cried once more to her savior.
It was then that she heard from a distance away two cries to make him stop. The voice was demanding, strong but full of fear.
She froze, she stared, she listened. The darkness was still and so was he.
With two cries, she called for her savior and with two cries he came.