The becoming of the capture: part three

The monster rears his head as spots her on the ground. Her blood trickles down her head from a collision with a low cieling.

The monster raises his fist and brings it down with all the might it can muster. The girls stomach heaves at the pressure as she struggles to crawl away, clawing at the ground.

Another blow to her side jolts her across the floor into a pile of boxes. The monster lets out a scream of delight as it dances on the spot. Eyes gleefully alight. Excitement ripples through his body as he stalks the girl who is froozen in terror.

Electric pins and needles flow through her body, as she fights not to give in. Where are her angels?? Have they forsaken her?? Forgotten her and left her to rot in the hands of the evil one??

This dark room has been her home for so long. Since he stole her and led her here. Darkness covers the floor, the walls and the ceiling. No where is there light and only shadows mark out the rubbish and 'collectables' lying on the around.

This massive room is the perfect place for these two to play their game of hide and seek. The darkness covers both of them like a cloak. A cloak with no warmth or loving care put into the making of it.