She stares out the lone window of the tower onto the grassy plain below.
How long has she been here? At the beginning, she’d tried to keep track of the days. She had stopped counting at one hundred.
That was weeks ago.
Her captors won’t tell her anything. They won’t even speak to her. She hasn’t told them she hears the screams. They are distant, from well within the castle, but she hears them all the same.
She knows her time will come. She knows it will soon be her screams floating through the air of this dreadful place.
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20 thoughts on “The Captive”
I will sneak you out and leave Gov. Brownback in your place 🙂
Has the cable gone out or something? What’s with the screaming?
That’s the most likely thing. Or they’re being subjected to hours of Duck Dynasty… that would be torture to me.
Not easy holiday reading. You’ve written it as though there’s absolutely no hope for her. Poor thing.
Sorry! 🙂 I tend to be a dark writer. Can’t seem to stop myself!
Oh, sorry, wrong post. 😉
I get a sense of real pragmatism from your character despite her circumstances.
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Excellent Arden, I like the imagery, the expectation of the character.
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The solitude would be torture enough, then add the anxiety of waiting . . .
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Very scary, dark and forbidding and absolutely grim. You give no way out for our poor victim…
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This reminds me of an episode of Criminal Minds. I love that show!
Haha – Me too!
This left me feeling isolated and fearful.
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