Original Concept by Breanna Toutloff, co written by Breanna Toutloff
She scratched fervently and clawed painfully at the old wooden wall, trying desperately to find any way to break through. Her once beautiful face was stiff from the blood and tears that stained it. Her eye swollen shut from the blow she had received. She screamed as loudly as she could, it was mixed with fear and desperation. The festering wound on her leg was steadily getting worse, she feared an infection was rotting away the flesh that surrounded it. Her manicured fingernails we ripped open and broken, bleeding, from scratching at the aging wood, trying to escape and find the freedom that she so desperately craved. The stench from the piss and vomit swallowed her and it was all she could smell. She feared the only other person with her wasn’t even alive anymore. The stranger stopped moving hours ago and she didn’t know if he slept or was decomposing right next to her. Her throat hoarse from the cries and constant screaming. She wanted to give up, no one could hear here but her fight or flight told her she needed to escape before he came back, whoever he was. This monster that had taken her from her perfect life. She hadn’t even seen his face, he kept it hidden behind a grotesque filthy mask. He never spoke but his breathing was heavy as he struggled to tie her down. She prayed he wouldn’t rape her and take away her innocence but why else would he have left her alive? She couldn’t give up, she had to keep trying.
“Somebody! Pleeeaasseee help me!” she screamed, not expecting anyone to respond.