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Death's Door

Chapter 1

She lay there, waiting. Her sweat-covered body was racked with frightened sobs, her breathing shallow and ragged, her eyes drooping, yet panicked. She had been in this state of panic for three days. A tube that penetrated the hood let water through once a day, but the two small tubes that pierced her nostrils were the only source of air. The most torturous device of all, wasn't even touching her. The end had been sharpened to a point, the shaft long and narrow, like that of a broom. It was aimed at her private core, the tip sometimes nipping her if she moved around too much. At the end of the shaft, was another shaft attached at an angle. This shaft was attached to the door. Should the door open quickly, the tip would rip into her.

Her body shivered. She could never tell what time it was, and knew only how many days she had been like this by counting the drinks she received. She had long ago accepted that she was waiting for her rescuer to kill her. Someone barging heroically through the door would cause the tip to rip right through her, probably, she guessed, up through her neck. She wondered if it would be painful, or if death and numbness would come quickly. She heard footsteps, heavy, thundering footsteps. Through the hood, they were muffled slightly, but she felt them and heard them regardless. She knew the window of the door would slide back, and he would look in, making sure she was alive.

Her body practically went into cardiac arrest when she heard the doorknob squeak. Oh god, she thought, horrified that death was about to come. But the door inched open, and she felt the tip of the shaft penetrate, but slowly and smoothly, the tip actually pushing past, instead of tearing through. He was right, she thought, only her bold rescuer would be the one to kill her.

Suddenly, she felt the tug of the tubes being yanked from her nostrils. At first she panicked, thinking she would suffocate, but a gush of air hit her face, then blinding light as the latex was ripped and peeled off her face. She shivered and trembled in fear, blinking as the light hit her eyes. Her chest heaved with panic, her eyes trying to adjust, darting around wildly, a flicker of hope that this person was her rescuer.

"Stay still, ya piece of shit!" came the confirmation that this was not her rescuer.

Her body froze instantly. She knew the consequences of disobeying when he was in this kind of mood. Her scars and a few broken bones taught her to obey. Obedience had been forced, then enforced, until it was second nature. Fear was an excellent teacher.

She felt the straps being released from their strong hold on her body. One by one, the straps snapped away. She knew she couldn't walk, he had made certain of that by keeping her in the same position for three days, with just water keeping her alive. Her last morsel of food was the bits left on the chicken bones he had thrown her… five days ago.

He dragged her off the platform, not caring as her body crashed to the ground. He kept dragging her, not even pausing, to the other side of the huge room. She knew better than to scream. He didn't like her to make noises at all, unless he had told her he wanted to hear her scream. Her body trembled as he neared "the corner". Her eyes darted around, her mind praying at warp speed that he wasn't going to do this to her again.

But he did.

He lifted the lid and dropped her in. She fell hard on the bars that made up the floor. A rubber-spiked mat hit her head. He was in a good mood after all, she thought – he had given her a bed. She immediately bowed her head to the floor, her forehead touching the steel bar as a way of thanking him for the mat. He grunted, then walked away.

As she lay down on the mat, the tiny rubber spikes digging into her wounds, she prayed… she prayed that her body would simply release her… and die. Wishing for death was somewhat new to her… but right now, death was the only comforting thought. Thoughts of being rescued vanished as the lid of the cage slammed shut, the huge padlock clicking into place.

She will be rescued soon, thought the Captain. He frowned and gulped as he wondered if they would be rescuing HER, or her corpse… he turned to his lieutenant. The look on the younger man's face read easily… he was wondering the same thing.


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