Her confidence was disintegrating rapidly
Believing the power he had over her
Possibly because she had been scrunched in this cage for two days.
Just die her psyche said. Make it easy on yourself.
Her torturer opened the cage and jerked her out.
She had forgotten about the chain around her neck.
He raised the knife and gave her a mean grin.
She willed herself to go.
Make it quick she said.
Someone laughed; it was a diabolical sound.
Don’t think you’re going that easy, he said.
He opened up a drawer and took out a hammer and a drill.
She was too scared to scream.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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