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A short little horror story . . . chapter 4  

rick315875 65M
13314 posts
11/22/2020 5:02 am

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11/22/2020 12:38 pm

A short little horror story . . . chapter 4


When she woke she found herself in a basement. Her ankle was tightly surrounded by a heavy chain. She was a prisoner whoever these people were. Monsters. Terrible horrible monsters. Evil. She was stripped naked. Lying on a dirty old mattress covered with bloodstains. A bucket a roll of toilet paper nearby. A gallon jug of water. A ceramic plate that held a single slice of bologna between two pieces of white bread.

The fear ripped through her. It was so intense she sat frozen on the mattress shaking to her very core. With tears streaming down her face. 

They went through her car. Stripping it of all her belongings. Sifting through everything to see what she had. What they couldn't use they threw onto a pile behind their house to burn. She could smell something burning. They liked to keep a few tokens. Something to remember her. To remember their victims. 

She thought to herself of the millions of missing persons in this country. She realized she would be just one more statistic. Just one more missing person who would never be found. So this is how it happens. Sick perverted deranged people who prey on the innocent. 

Suddenly her fear turned to anger. No. It turned to rage. Absolute rage. She thought to herself she wasn't going to be another missing person. Not if she could help it. She would find a way to survive. She would tell no one. She would seek revenge. She would unleash her wrath upon them. She would look for any weakness. Any means of escape. Her fear turns to courage her hopelessness turns to absolute rage. It lit a fire in her eyes with such fury that they surely shall suffer unspeakable pain. She would not perish . . .

To be continued . . .



rick315875 65M

11/22/2020 12:38 pm

    Quoting Tmptrzz:
    Good morning my friend, I hope she gets her revenge on them. I hope you enjoy a relaxing Sunday..
I hope you are enjoying your weekend. She does get her revenge. But I'm afraid her revenge might be just a little bit gruesome. Well it's going to be very gruesome. Just a warning if you got a weak stomach.


Tmptrzz 61F  
107039 posts
11/22/2020 9:10 am

Good morning my friend, I hope she gets her revenge on them. I hope you enjoy a relaxing Sunday..

Seduce the mind and see what a wonderful adventure the body will take you on..


rick315875 65M

11/22/2020 5:08 am

When she woke she found herself in a basement. Her ankle was tightly surrounded by a heavy chain. She was a prisoner whoever these people were. Monsters. Terrible horrible monsters. Evil. She was stripped naked. Lying on a dirty old mattress covered with bloodstains. A bucket a roll of toilet paper nearby. A gallon jug of water. A ceramic plate that held a single slice of bologna between two pieces of white bread.

The fear ripped through her. It was so intense she sat frozen on the mattress shaking to her very core. With tears streaming down her face.

They went through her car. Stripping it of all her belongings. Sifting through everything to see what she had. What they couldn't use they threw onto a pile behind their house to burn. She could smell something burning. They liked to keep a few tokens. Something to remember her. To remember their victims.

She thought to herself of the millions of missing persons in this country. She realized she would be just one more statistic. Just one more missing person who would never be found. So this is how it happens. Sick perverted deranged people who prey on the innocent.

Suddenly her fear turned to anger. No. It turned to rage. Absolute rage. She thought to herself she wasn't going to be another missing person. Not if she could help it. She would find a way to survive. She would tell no one. She would seek revenge. She would unleash her wrath upon them. She would look for any weakness. Any means of escape. Her fear turns to courage her hopelessness turns to absolute rage. It lit a fire in her eyes with such fury that they surely shall suffer unspeakable pain. She would not perish . . .

To be continued . . .


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