The stench was overwhelming. The stench of rotting flesh, both animal and human.
She moved her barefeet careful, a few inches, it was all the chains would allow her to move.
She felt filthy, she was filthy, and the monster took pleasure in her filth.
When would this hell ever end?
When would she wake up from this nightmare?
She could only take it for so long, before she broke, and he knew it.
He was taking pleasure in her losing it.
She was not going to give him that satisfaction.
Footsteps once again, and a stench even stronger than the one in the dark dingy basement. A stench of evil.
His stench stung at her eyes, and made her gag, and he was coming closer.
What was he going to do this time?
She felt herself shivering, and heard his menacing laugh, until she blacked out.
Mercifully blocking everything out.
To Be Continued