by Dandelion Doolittle

Created on: August 24, 2010   Last Updated: September 26, 2010

She had been held captive for about a month.  One leg was locked with a ten-foot chain so she could use the toilet.  Angela was kept in a dark and dreary basement.  She was cold, tired and her spirits were withered from the ordeal.  Harry caused Angela to have a querulous disposition because of the potent barbiturates he was feeding her on a daily basis. 

“Please don’t give me anymore of those horrible drugs!  They make me weird!”  Complained Angela. 

“Oh shut up and quit your bitching!”  He yelled.

He then tied her hands and hung her from a rope.  Harry was a maniacal, hateful man, and a schizophrenic. He often groped her breasts and fondled them.  Then he would laugh. 

“You have nothing to offer a man!”  “I’ve decided to get someone new to keep you company.  Does that make you happy?”  He sneered. 

Angela surmised it was a dubious gesture, and didn’t really believe him.  But sure enough, Angela awoke one day from a drug-induced sleep, and there was another girl across from her. 

“My name’s Melissa, what’s yours?”  She asked. 

Angela told her, and they began talking about the precarious position they were in.  Melissa also had a chain attached to her leg.

“You will hate it here!  He doesn’t say much and he’s mean!  Be assured, he will hang you from the ceiling!”  She warned. 

“But, how long have you been here?”  Asked Melissa. 

Angela explained from the beginning, and Melissa was in awe.

“Okay, I want all that chatter to stop!  There is nothing good about either of you.  You are vile human beings!  When I come down the stairs, I want it to be quiet, do you understand?”  He vituperated. 

Both girls shook their heads yes.  Harry was in one of his bad moods, and Angela knew what that meant.  He had been drinking and would become abusive soon.  Harry grabbed Melissa’s arm, pulling her up off the floor.  He hung her by a rope. 

Melissa started screaming.  Harry slapped her arduously, and she started sobbing,

“Please don’t do this to me!  I promise I’ll be good!”  She begged.

But deaf ears heard her words.  Harry left, stumbling up the stairs. 

“What are we going to do?”  Cried

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