Lonely, cold, dark, hungry
She sat.
Searching for a hidden escape,
A release from this torture.
She found none and began to scream.
First internally and then outwardly
With growing intensity.
The door overhead pounds
With his stomping.
"Shut up!" he yells
And she was afraid.
The ropes wrapped around her wrist
Rubbing them raw.
The binds that held her feet
Permitted her from walking,
Her one chance at survival.
She pulls and twists and turns
But the makeshift chains don't break.
The pit is caked with mud,
As is her face, hair, and clothes.
The tray of food laying in the corner,
Untouched.
Least it be tainted with poison
As she feared, draws flies and mice
Like traps.
The lock on the door clicks
She struggles to the back of her chamber
To escape.
The drop down ladder falls
And his shoes appear below the opening.
The light shines on her face,
A blinding light
Puncturing the darkness,
Puncturing the soul.
He drops down and looks her
In the eyes.
Taking up the food,
He leave without a word.
He takes the ladder with him.
She lets out the breath she had been holding.
Will I ever get out?
She wonders
Then passes out on the cold, hard ground.