While
Skye was taking her second unwanted nap in 24 hours, Carol Anne was
waking up. Her legs protested the movement since
they were in a cramped position half underneath her body, all curled
up in the tight space. Her eyelids didn’t want to open right away,
the silent tears she cried before
she fell into an exhausted sleep
had stuck them together. She
gently
rubbed them and feeling
the stiffness in her limbs she willed
her legs to work. As soon as she tried to put her knees up her
stomach and torso screamed its pain into every muscle. Electric jolts
that felt
like tiny
knives were completely unrelenting under her skin. She sucked back a
hiss and moved her limbs carefully so that the pain in her lower
abdomen was at a minimum.
Everything
around her was dark, only a small glow overhead from the solitary
light that
was the
only modern item in the concrete
covered room because 15 feet down was where she was spending her time
until Robert decided to let her out of the Pit. The stone that
surrounded her in the 5 foot around hole was still
damp
from the hose that
he
had turned on her at some point during
her punishment,
she had
no concept of
the time that passed and her breath
only came after he had turned off the water to
end
the second part of her punishment. The first part of it was the
reason her lower body and torso were throbbing with pain. Being
worked over with a pair of fists and then soaked in cold water for
part of the
night was only the beginning of the three part series of discipline.
She
took shallow breaths as she got to her feet and was almost positive
he’d broken one of her ribs in the process although
he
didn’t like to break things…how nice of him. Robert liked
the damage that he did as long as he was the only one that would see
it and something broken would keep them out of the social circles for
a while and Robert the
monster that lives...liked
to keep up appearances.
“It
looks like I’m about to have bronchitis…again.” She muttered to
herself as she moved
her ankles
in small circles. They had used that excuse so many times that one
of their
friends told her to go see a specialist and gave
her the contact info of his doctor as
well. The
coughing that came with bronchitis would explain why her chest and
ribs hurt if anyone were to ask.
She
stopped turning
her joints
and wrapped her arms around herself, leaning gingerly against the wet
stone wall. Closing her eyes she let her head fall back against the
cold stone and prayed that she could get out of this somehow. She
didn’t have it in her to kill him unless he was trying to kill her
and he never was. Robert was purely about proving a point and showing
how in control he was. She didn’t have the physical strength over
him but she had brains and knew that this was not somewhere she
wanted to be any
longer and
she would not be like one of those women that were too
scared
or unable
by other means
to get away.
Carol
Anne was to the point now that she decided
that
rather be dead than continue to live like this. All she needed was a
way out without involving the ‘friends’ they have now. Dragging
them into it was not an option. She had to do this on her own; she
knew that was the only way to really be free of it. They lived so far
outside of town though that for her to walk away when he was at work
was not possible. They
only had the one car a 2010 blue Ford Focus that she never drove and
on
top of the trackers plus
the
alarms he had everywhere she would have to make sure he couldn’t
find her. Unfortunately
she
didn’t know what any
of the
devices looked like so she didn’t really know what she was looking
for. That made it kind of hard to be proactive on that front but her mind was set
after almost 5 years of this, she was done with it.
The
wheels started turning in her head now and stood
slowly. Once on her feet she
began to pace around the small space using
the pain to keep her on her mind
on track
and promising her body that she wasn’t going to be down here much
longer or for that matter ever again. She would be the perfect wife
while she planned her escape and in a few days Robert would take her
into the city so that people could see her, alive, well and
happy…well appearing to be happy. She would sit in the little
square, on the little bench with a cup of some fancy coffee she
didn’t even like and watch the people go by with
a fake smile
until Robert came back from that little antique store he loved so
much.
He wouldn’t take her in just in case she got to chatty. New friends
to try and fake out were not welcome in Robert’s
world. He had enough trouble with the few they had now.
From
the front window of the store he could see right into the park and
she knew he watched her from there so she would have to be very
careful. Not that she had a plan yet but she would and
god
help her she would get out of this house. First thing first
though…she had to get out of the Pit. And
that couldn't happen until her loving husband came to let her out.
She had no idea what time it was or how long until he woke up. The
only good thing about any of this...or instead
useful thing was that he slept up there above
her but in
the basement with her on a cot in the corner but she didn't dare wake
him. He got up on his own when he was ready to
and the only reason he did was because
didn't like to be away from her, except when he was at work and even
then he
called her
every
hour in that work day time frame and
sometimes came home early.
Carol
Anne continued to walk in very tight circles, hunched over and her
breathing shallow not being able to expand her lungs. Taking
another half turn she gave up and slid her ass down the stone wall
inch
by inch until
it hit the dirt. Blinking quickly she realized she was about to cry.
“No. I will not do this.”
As
she chanted in her mind 'I
will get out of this”
over and over again she didn't hear the cot squeak from Robert
shifted his weight. She didn't hear him as he shuffled across the
concrete floor in his bare feet and she didn't hear him as he leaned
his sleek body over the edge of the Pit
“Angel,”
he purred. “you're awake.”
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