Charlotte Winters woke to a subtle tapping on her window. The ivory lids fluttered open and then squeezed shut in remembrance of the days events. She slowly sat up, and the rusty spring mattress creaked with the shifting of her weight. The diamond eyes surveyed the contents of the small damp room.

There was a rusty barred window about 9 feet off the floor. A steady rain fell from the night sky, accompanied by the trembling thunder, and the frightful lightening. Rivulets of rain streaked down the 3 inch thick glass, remind charlotte of the tears she had shed begging him not to take her there.

What was that! There was an echo from the thick steel door. Charlotte pulled her shoeless tender feet onto the dirty bed coverings. She covered against the concrete wall, and the cold iron bars of the bed. She clutched her scraped knees to her chest, pressing against the soiled white blouse. Her heart pounded in her head as she listened for the terrifying screech of the hinges. No sound came from the massive door.

With a breath of relief, Charlotte swung her legs over the edge of the bed again. Her dainty ivory feet dangled over the 3 foot tall bed frame, just barely dusting the dirty floor. Her teeth chattered as she saw her breath mixed with the stale oxygen of the cell. A whisper came, and Charlotte’s head snapped to the door again. Her almond shaped eyes wide in fear. Her thick ruby lips were slightly ajar, showing the perfect teeth within. Another several death-defying moments carried on. Again, no one came from her door. She stretched back out on the bed, determined not to humor him by covering herself in the foul beddings he’d provided. That would only provoke him, you know. She lowered her dark lashes and reached for her long black mane. She had intended to twirl a ringlet of her ebony locks.

Footsteps! She sat bolt upright, there was no mistaking them this time! Steel toed and heavy steps. The sounds drew closer, echoing down the hall. A throaty laugh emerged and slowly came closer. Charlotte leapt up, and straightened herself up. She ran her fingers through the mussed up hair. Running her thin fingers over the starched white blouse, she bit her chapped lip. The large eyes glanced down at the scraps of her skirt, where he had tore at her before.

The first lock clicked. Charlotte trembled, catching his eyes through the slot. The second lock slid. Charlotte clutched her fore arms with her fingers, her nails digging into her flesh. The chain of the third lock was removed. Charlotte’s eyes widened as the door handle was pressed down.

The hinges creaked and the door opened. He was holding a thick horse-haired rope. The golden locks of hair were wet with rain, and his sapphire eyes were mad with lust. His thin lips twisted into a crazed smile, and she watched in horror.

“It always hurts the first time, baby.”