Chapter 7

“What are you doing?” Asked Purity, when he pulled over on the shoulder of the road. “We have to go. We have to get out of here.”

“You need clothes, Purity. I have some in the trunk. Would you like them?”

“Oh please, thank you so much.” Then it struck her, he’d called her Purity. How did he know her name? Perhaps, he heard her attacker call her name.

She was a bit dumbfounded, when a few moments later her rescuer returned with nothing more than a hypodermic needle. She couldn’t speak. Her mind had run away with her. She was already in shock. She couldn’t wake up. Maybe if she screamed loud enough. Suddenly her screams were echoing through her own ears. She reared her legs back and kicked, but only kicked air, “No! Leave me alone. Help me! Someone please!”

Her bound hands frantically moved behind her, trying to find the door handle, but somehow this man had managed to crawl atop of her. Purity tried to fight against him, but his weight was too much. One jab of the needle into her neck, and the whole world changed. Reality became vague and distant, as distant as his words.

“Shh, I won’t kill you. It’s okay. It will be okay...” Darkness ended his words.

Awaking finally from what seemed like a horrifying dream, Purity sat upright. A jingle of what sounded like chains intruded the silence as she tried to move her legs.

Her eyes were slowly adjusting to the dim atmosphere. The only thing that offered light was the small oil lantern glowing in the middle of the room, casting shadows around the cold room. Where was she? What happened? She pulled back the covers from her body to discover that she was completely naked.

The room was cold and damp and it took Purity several moments to realize it must have been a sort of basement. Dread was eating her alive. She wanted to deny that she felt cold metal around her foot, but when she tried to climb out of bed, her right ankle was chained fast to the twin bed’s metal footboard. “No…” The tears came again. “Let me out of here!” She jerked her leg, pulling against the chain until she was almost certain she’d fractured her ankle. It was beginning to swell against the metal, throbbing and aching so horribly that all she could do was cry.

And from the dark corner of the room the form approached. That ugly man, the one who’d always watched her, and the one that she thought had saved her life. Where are you, God, she asked inside of her head.

“Don’t be scared, Purity. I’ve been waiting for you for my whole life,” he grinned an ugly grin, “Don’t worry. It’s going to be okay now. You don’t know me yet… but you will. We’re going to have a lot of fun, you and I.”

The End.