The first thing that registered was the dry metallic taste. A singularly unpleasant but not unfamiliar sensation. And then the cold – she realised that she was in her underwear and a t-shirt, how she usually slept, but she felt a gritty dampness beneath her side. She heard herself moaning as she tried to lift her head. The effort was immense and excruciating. Letting her head drop back, she cried out as it hit what felt like concrete.

She was still dazed and unaware of both her surroundings and her situation. She lifted a hand to the stabbing pain in her head and was shocked to notice how heavy her hands were. And then she realised. Her hands were locked together. What? How did..? Finally she jolted awake and the horror set in. She was handcuffed!

At this point, adrenalin kicked in and she lurched into a sitting position, her head screaming and it was then that she felt the massive pain in her side, causing a dizzying wave of darkness to cross her vision and her whole body wavered back and forth as she fought for control. She wept. She wept as she realised that she had no control right now.

She looked around the room, carefully, as each movement caused the stabbing pains in her head and ribs to intensify. There was very little light. But she could see that she was in a cavernous room, with little else besides two tables and a couple of old wooden chairs.

Her legs were unchained, but she couldn’t stand. The pain was too intense. She shuffled herself backwards to lean against the wall behind her, the movement slow as she tried to cope with the sharp stabbing pains in her side. She thought that her ribs might be broken. As she breathed shallow breaths, leaning against the wall, she noticed that it was stone – rough stone. And there was water dripping beside her – she couldn’t see the source, it hurt too much to look up.

She slumped back, trying to remember what had happened. She’d gone to bed quite late but had the next day off from work so was planning a leisurely sleep-in. She’d spoken to John just before she went to sleep. She remembered lying in bed, settling against the pillows. She’d changed the sheets that day and had loved the feeling of sinking into fresh crisp white sheets, the voice of her lover on the other end of the phone. They’d been talking about the house that he’d found for them and she couldn’t wait to move. They’d been apart for almost three months now as she finished up her projects while he scouted out a place for them and started his new job. She felt blessed to have him in her life and couldn’t wait to begin their next chapter together.

Shaking herself out of her reflection, she looked around the room again. Whatever the hell was going on, she was going to figure it out.  She was going to take back control. She had no idea how, given that she was shackled and alone but she resolved to get out of here.

Her head whipped to the right as she heard footsteps echoing in the overwhelming space. Terror filled her as she suddenly remembered heavy gloved hands roughly dragging her out of bed, her head hitting the timber frame as he let her drop heavily to the floor. She remembered screaming and then a series of rough kicks to her side forcing her into a whimpering curled-up mess. After that, she didn’t remember much, except a cloudiness and heaviness. Darkness and movement. Roughly shoved into a confined space. And then nothing until … here.

The footsteps were closer and she started to shake. She was terrified. How was she going to escape?

For Laura’s Literary Lion and Andy’s Dark Side Thursday. Just when I had decided to write separate stories for each prompt, along comes a prompt from Laura (Escape) that matches my DarkSide story.

This story is part of a collection which started with Ended and Beginning. A rough idea is starting to take shape in my mind for where this could go and so I’m trying a few things to see what happens.

As usual, I’m on an airplane as I write this. Today I started writing before we even took off as I had the idea percolating for a while.

I look forward to your comments as always.

x desleyjane

Posted by:desleyjane

photographer, blogger, planner, scientist, dog lover, frequent flyer, daughter, sister, BFF, human

40 replies on “Escape

  1. Oh wow, this is both magnificent and terrible. Terrible as in truly horrifying! I am deeply impressed by the way in which you are writing this story, and so thrilled that you are taking part in dark side thursday with so much (dark) enthusiasm.

    I wonder if the people sitting around you on the plane were aware of the horror taking shape in their midst!

    Bravo Desley, simply can’t wait to see where you go next with this…

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    1. Hi Andy – thank you so much for your encouraging comments. Sometimes I quickly check over my shoulder in case someone is watching while i type! I do state off into space sometimes while thinking and accidentally catch someone’s eye (usually a hostie) so I’ve tried to stare out be window instead LOL.
      Seriously, thank you so much.

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    1. LOL. I did write the next one on my flight last night actually and it went a bit dark (even for me) but I will post it next week and see what feedback I get. John is still a mystery to me, but I think he might have a role to play…. Thanks so much Joanne.

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  2. How awful. This a dontinuation yes? I think this makes me sick cause I can imagine it happening all to real in life. Very well written.

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  3. You have such a talent with painting a really realistic picture, I never struggle to imagine your stories vividly. It’s a great skill to have with a story like this, it makes us all uncomfortable (in a good way) as we read it. Loved that you managed to end it on the word ‘escape’, very poignant.

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  4. Desley my dear, good grief! Heavens above and down under!
    This story is getting to my nerves. I’m happy that I’m not reading it before going to bed, as I wouldn’t be able to sleep.
    Your description is so raw and so vivid, that I felt the terrifying awakening of the character and my heart was beating fast.
    I’m so happy you’ve decided to make it a series. We’re dramatic photography’s buddies, but the drama you can create with words is beyond measure. A book in the making! Please sign my book!

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  5. Very interesting piece, very “Saw” like in my head, but that could just be my take. Are you planning on doing anymore with this piece? I would kind of like to know what happens next.

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