January 24, 2014

January 24, 2014 StoryStarter prompt: She opened her eyes to darkness. Her wrists burned as she tried to move them from behind her...

She opened her eyes to darkness. Her wrists burned as she tried to move them from behind her. Her eyes adjusted to the blackness surrounding her and she realized she was in a large room, most likely in a basement somewhere, given the way the dank, mildew-like odor assaulted her senses.

Her head throbbed as though hundreds of tiny hammers were trying to break free from inside of her skull. Her mouth was dryer than the Sahara and it tasted like the hubs of hell. She likened the way she felt to being much worse than death. 

Think, Andrea. How had she gotten here? One by one, bit by bit, fragments of the previous night teased at her consciousness. She remembered the party. She recalled the one too many shots of something sickeningly sweet. Drinking didn't do this to her. Not ever. Not as experienced as she was. No, this had to have been something else.

She tried to push herself upright to stand on her bare feet. Pain shot through her legs, she burned and ached in places -- very private places -- and the memory of her captor's face flashed behind the lids of her clenched eyes. When what he had done to her came charging into her awareness she felt overcome by waves of nausea and swallowed hard. Her mouth was gagged and if she vomited, she knew she'd choke to death.

A tear slid down her battered cheek and she slid back to the floor and cried herself to unconsciousness. When she awoke sometime later, the room was washed in yellow light from a single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling in the center of the room. Her eyes darted about until they landed on him

Her captor crouched silently in the corner like a lion ready to spring on its prey. "Welcome to the land of the living, my pretty."

She felt an involuntary shudder quake through her body and decided maybe it was time to take up prayer. 

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Lori L. Clark

Lori L. Clark currently resides in Hazelwood, MO with three rescue dogs. When Lori isn't listening to the voices in her head, waiting for the next creative inspiration to strike, she also loves to read, run, paint pet portraits and save dogs. Email Lori at

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