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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Horror
- Subject: Crime
- Published: 10/22/2023
Locked Away
Born 1990, F, from United Kingdom, United Kingdom![Locked Away](/storage/story/799B39FA-B859-48A5-A833-442775F36424_1697992329-image(220x285-crop).jpeg)
Sarah's hand instinctively reached to the back of her head, discovering a significant bump. She was in pain, shivering from the cold, and her stomach ached from hunger. Her disorientation was palpable. She had been at a lively party with friends just the night before, but now she found herself confined in a dim, unfamiliar room, her ankle secured by a heavy chain.
Her clothes clung damply to her body, soiled by dirt. The bed on which she lay was old and reeked of mildew. Besides a bucket in one corner, the room was barren. The door was imposing, rusted, and locked securely. A window adjacent to her bed was obscured by paper and covered with nailed wooden boards, a disturbing sign of prior preparation.
Suddenly, a noise from across the room shattered the silence. With no place to hide, she reflexively covered her eyes with trembling hands. The sound of the door being unlocked reverberated throughout the room, causing her heart to race. She screamed out in fear.
A stranger took a seat on the dilapidated bed next to her, offering a reassuring hand on her back. He spoke in an attempt to calm her. "Hello, Sarah. I trust you find your new accommodations suitable. I've arranged everything for your comfort. Please, open your eyes. I've brought you tea and toast. I imagine you must be ravenous."
He stepped back, revealing a mini Polaroid camera, which he used to capture images from various angles before exiting the room.
After counting to ten, Sarah summoned the courage to open her eyes. She found herself alone. She stood up, scanning the room for an escape route. Screaming for help was futile, as the chain was unyielding.
"I need to use the bathroom; I can't hold it any longer!" she cried out, hoping to lure him back.
The sound of keys turning prompted her to rush to the bed and hide. The man who had abducted her stood there, gripping her hand and locking eyes with her, a silent threat looming. With a swift turn of the keys, he released her, guiding her into a small bathroom concealed in darkness before sealing the door.
Inside, a small mirror above the sink sparked an idea. She broke the glass and concealed a shard in her palm. When the door opened, she sprang forth, screaming loudly. She ran toward the massive metal door, which had inexplicably swung open. She couldn't believe it. However, before she could fathom the sight beyond, a deafening explosion resounded, jerking her from her reverie.
"What just...?" she began, attempting to move, but she found herself immobilized. Panic surged as she took in her surroundings, realizing she was back in the cold, dark room.
"No... no... no," she sobbed uncontrollably. Then she heard a deep voice declare, "That will never happen again."
"But we like her. She can be our friend," chimed a sweet, childlike voice.
Months pass by and no one ever saw Sarah again.The world outside knew nothing of her disappearance, and she remained a forgotten enigma, forever trapped in a nightmare cycle. Her captor's motives, her location, and her fate remained a dark secret, hidden from the world.
Locked Away(Ioana Botica)
Sarah's hand instinctively reached to the back of her head, discovering a significant bump. She was in pain, shivering from the cold, and her stomach ached from hunger. Her disorientation was palpable. She had been at a lively party with friends just the night before, but now she found herself confined in a dim, unfamiliar room, her ankle secured by a heavy chain.
Her clothes clung damply to her body, soiled by dirt. The bed on which she lay was old and reeked of mildew. Besides a bucket in one corner, the room was barren. The door was imposing, rusted, and locked securely. A window adjacent to her bed was obscured by paper and covered with nailed wooden boards, a disturbing sign of prior preparation.
Suddenly, a noise from across the room shattered the silence. With no place to hide, she reflexively covered her eyes with trembling hands. The sound of the door being unlocked reverberated throughout the room, causing her heart to race. She screamed out in fear.
A stranger took a seat on the dilapidated bed next to her, offering a reassuring hand on her back. He spoke in an attempt to calm her. "Hello, Sarah. I trust you find your new accommodations suitable. I've arranged everything for your comfort. Please, open your eyes. I've brought you tea and toast. I imagine you must be ravenous."
He stepped back, revealing a mini Polaroid camera, which he used to capture images from various angles before exiting the room.
After counting to ten, Sarah summoned the courage to open her eyes. She found herself alone. She stood up, scanning the room for an escape route. Screaming for help was futile, as the chain was unyielding.
"I need to use the bathroom; I can't hold it any longer!" she cried out, hoping to lure him back.
The sound of keys turning prompted her to rush to the bed and hide. The man who had abducted her stood there, gripping her hand and locking eyes with her, a silent threat looming. With a swift turn of the keys, he released her, guiding her into a small bathroom concealed in darkness before sealing the door.
Inside, a small mirror above the sink sparked an idea. She broke the glass and concealed a shard in her palm. When the door opened, she sprang forth, screaming loudly. She ran toward the massive metal door, which had inexplicably swung open. She couldn't believe it. However, before she could fathom the sight beyond, a deafening explosion resounded, jerking her from her reverie.
"What just...?" she began, attempting to move, but she found herself immobilized. Panic surged as she took in her surroundings, realizing she was back in the cold, dark room.
"No... no... no," she sobbed uncontrollably. Then she heard a deep voice declare, "That will never happen again."
"But we like her. She can be our friend," chimed a sweet, childlike voice.
Months pass by and no one ever saw Sarah again.The world outside knew nothing of her disappearance, and she remained a forgotten enigma, forever trapped in a nightmare cycle. Her captor's motives, her location, and her fate remained a dark secret, hidden from the world.
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