Definitely a longer chapter today but it also gets a little gruesome at the end just so you know. Enjoy!
After he had finished with her the man had left the room and Maura heard another door slam. She assumed he had left. Carefully she stood up and pulled on the tattered remains of her clothing. She walked to the door and tried the knob, surprisingly it turned and she pushed it open gently, trying not to make a sound. Maura poked her head around the edge of it and stepped into a dirty ill lit hallway. She made her way down it until she reached a living area it had one couch and the cushions were so old and used that they were sunk into the frame. Next to the couch was a small table with a half broken lamp and in the wall was a phone jack. Thinking quickly she searched the room for a phone but there was none. She moved on to the next room and up on the wall next to a grimy window and the rusty stove there was an old fashioned telephone. Maura ran to it, praying that it would work. She picked it up and held it to her ear breathing a sigh of relief when she heard a dial tone. Quickly she reached for the numbers and dialed the first number that came to her mind. Jane'. "Hello?" Maura could hear the tiredness in her voice. "Jane? Jane! It's Maura!" She could hear Jane gasp in shock, "Maura? Maura where are you?" Maura looked around the disgusting room with its rusted out sink and filthy counter tops, "I-I don't know!" "Maura, Maura calm down, is there a window?" Maura glanced at the window a few feet from the phone and moved over to it. "Y-yes." She responded. "Okay good, can you tell me what you see outside?" She rubbed her sleeve over the grime and winced at the sludge left on her arm, "T-there's houses, um old houses and, oh! There's a street sign, um…" She squinted at the sign in the distance, "It says O'Henry Drive." "That's good Maura, can you see any house numbers?" Maura looked across the street. Behind her a door opened. ""I-I can see a number, it's 4517." Suddenly the line went dead. "Jane? Jane are you there?" A hand grabbed her arm. "You see something?" The man dragged her back to the small smelly room and threw her in before slamming the door shut and stomping off. Maura backed into a corner and clutched at her knees, afraid of what he might do to her. The door was smashed back open and he rushed at her with a bottle and an eye dropper in one hand. "Bitch! You won't see anything ever again!" He grabbed her legs and pulled her so she was flat on the ground and he pressed on knee to her chest. Her lungs struggled to fill with air as h used one hand to pry her eyes open and the other to drip the liquid into her honey colored eyes. Maura screamed in pain and began struggling against him, pushing with all her might. In response, he smacked her across the face, snapping her neck around. Slowly her vision grew hazy and then everything went black.