Jessica Fowlerman wanted to rub her wrists and ankles so badly, but she knew it was no use, with these chains restraining her legs and arms. She was deserately hungry, also. You could see her ribs, really.

She had been in the dark room for two weeks, and her captor had only given her two meals.

Jessica had been stuck in the dark room for so long, she got used to the dark. So when the door to the room opened and bright light shined in, she was surprised and squinted.

Her captor smiled. "Time for 'Happy Time.'" the sick **** said, muttering a laugh.

Jessica felt a hot tear roll down her cheek. "Please, let me go," she said.

The captor put his hand on his chin and thought. "Uhhhhhhhh...no. Hahahahaha!" he cackled.

"Food, please, can I please have food and water?" she choked.

Her captor smiled. "Well, it might make you a little stronger for the sex, so sure. Be right back."

The captor left, not bothering to shut the door.

Jessica was somewhat glad, slightly. At least she was getting food and a drink. Maybe if she kept this up, he'd let her go, but the odds were slim. He'd probably just kill her when he was done and got a new girl, and would lock her in this very same room.

Jessica got a cold chill down her spine. She realized that he must've done this before. She imagined the other girls that had been in here. Helpless, losing hope, crying, just like Jessica.

The captor came back in with a glass of water and two peanut butter sandwiches.

"Eat up, I'll be back in ten minutes for you." he said as he unlocked the chains on Jessica's wrist so she could eat, but he kept the chains at her ankles secure.

The captor left the room, shutting the door this time.

Jessica grabbed the sandwich and ate quickly. She loved every bite, and soon, it was all gone, nothing left but the crumbs. She gulped down the water, and smiled. She was so happy to have a meal. But her happiness was shot, killed, and buried in a graveyard when the door to the dark room opened.

The captor walked in, and smiled. "Ready?"

Jessica nodded quietly, another tear forming in her eyes.

The captor unbuttoned her shirt and then unclasped her bra, revealing breasts. He removed her jeans and panties, and smiled. He proceeded with the sex, loving every second of it...

Once it was done, he frowned. "You know, you didn't seem to like that. It was like ******* a corpse!"

"I-I-I'm s-s-sorry," she sobbed. "I didn't m-m-mean t-to."

"Oh, well, we can't have that, now can we?"

The captor reached over to his pants on the floor and pulled a 45. from the pocket. He waved to Jessica, meaning he was going to get rid of her. He stuck the 45. into her gut and pulled the trigger.

Jessica fell down, and with her last sight of the world, the cruel world she had been in her entire life, she saw her last sight ever: the other bodies. The other girls that this man had raped and killed. Jessica knew that she would be nothing else but another body in the dark room forever...

Keyword: The Captor

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Posted by sTiCkFiGuRe 2008-06-09 20:43:52 .... Wheres the happy ending? This story was not very well written my good man. Everything kinda happened to fast. The food, the sex, the death. Btw, my wife always complains about the 2nd one always being to fast also... now on the other hand,,my girlfriend.....back to the story. What a sad way to end it. I would have loved it if she did something with the peanut butter sandwich. Like taking chunks of PB and hid it in her hands and blinded him with it, then grab his gun and threw him on the pile of dead bodies...alright,,im rambling. + Report this comment
Posted by resistanceisfreedom 2008-06-09 21:10:08 .... i thought this was good. i didn't think it was too fast because it seemed like you wanted to really elaborate on the horrible torture and death she was going to receive. really horrible ending though. and that's what i'll never understand about this life that we are given....why do some of us grow up and then die a death such as that. one where we have no control over. why do some of us get to live fulfilled lives but others die horrible unspeakable deaths. okay well like the stick said now i'm rambling...but i did like this. + Report this comment

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