Beyond the dark walls,
he can hear a woman laughing...

repeating the same words,
over and over.

“Now I have you.

Now you are mine.

You will stay for as long as I want you.

There is no escape from my grasp.”

He looks up at a tiny skylight
that lets in a sliver of moonlight
30 feet above his head

and he screams and cries and begs.

The loud sound
echoes back at him

and pierces his chest
like a long knife.

There is no help coming.

There is no hope at all.

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