Chapter 3

He paced up and down thinking of a heartless revenge. I was constantly twiddling with the knot of rope at the back of the chair. Eventually I let out a muffled screech in frustration. He swiftly stopped pacing, came right up close to my face and down to my level. "Nobody can hear you my love." Tears rolled down my face one by one. He wiped them away with pleasure that he had caused my suffering. He stood up again and pulled out a lighter and a fag from his back pocket. He lit the lighter and stared at it for a while. It killed me not knowing what evil thoughts must have been running through his brain. Strangely he put the fag back in his pocket and started to chuckle as he stared at the flame then at me. He went out the back door of the pub. Where was he going? What was he planning?i was alone, I knew this would be my only chance to escape. I frantically tried undoing the ropes and I screamed at the top of my lungs. The knot was coming loose but not enough to break free.

I stopped when I heard him come in the back door a few minutes later. He came in pouring a liquid from two bottles all along the floor as he walked into the pub. He carelessly chucked it everywhere. At first I had no idea what he was doing but then the penny dropped... It was fuel...