Amy’s Story: Part 6…Catapult into Death

Watcher in the Woods
Watcher in the Woods

Catapult into Death

[RECAP:  Amy is kidnapped, and chained in an underground, root cellar, by a vicious, serial killer.  After hours of hanging in the dark cellar, her captor takes her to an abandoned cabin, hidden deep within the Blue Ridge Mountains.  Rudy, her beloved Golden Retriever, lies in the snow, dying from a gunshot wound, received while trying to save Amy. Sky, the love of Amy’s life, walks the desolate forest, following  snow-mobile tracks, she believes lead to Amy.  Now Amy sits on a couch, her naked body, covered with only a blanket.  Her captor hoovers over her, taunting her and beckoning her to look into the fire place, where he has thrown her clothes, to burn.] 

(To read Amy’s story from the beginning visit here)

He leaned in even closer, and Amy feared he would kiss her, but instead he put his lips to her ear and whispered,  “Enjoy their warmth…they will never touch your body again.”

Amy looked into the blaze, burning within the fireplace, in front of her.  There was no trace of the jeans or tee-shirt she’d worn earlier.  Obviously, they had burned to ash a long time ago.  As she gazed into the fire, she wondered what he would destroy next.

Before standing, he kissed her on top of the head, and said bluntly, “Dress for dinner, and I’ll not ask twice.  I worked my ass off to cook the perfect homecoming meal, and you will sit down, and you will eat it.”

Amy began to protest, but stopped when she saw the determination in his eyes.  Silently she chided herself, “…pick your battles Amy…control your damn temper…”

Standing up, from the  couch, the blanket, that covered her nakedness, fell to the floor.  Without taking her eyes from his, she slid the cotton dress over her head.  It slipped weightlessly over her body, the hem fell two inches below her knees.

“Can’t forget these,” he said, as he pulled something from the front pocket of his jeans.

In his hand, lay pair of white panties.  Without a word, she took them from his hand and attempted to put them on.  As she stepped into them, the fabric pulled across her bandaged ankles, smearing the blood that had seeped through.  Amy groaned against the pain, but never-the-less she persisted, to complete the task.

“Careful with those ankles,” he smiled and added, “God, I bet they hurt like a bitch…anything that ugly has got to hurt.”  With something akin to pity, he tilted his head, and murmured cloyingly sweet, “Awwww…if you’re a good girl, I’ll be a good boy and redress them later, and, perhaps, I’ll even give you something for the pain.”  He clucked his tongue three times and said, “…poor…. poor baby.”

Amy wanted to spit into his smirking face, but she didn’t.  Instead she glared into his eyes, revealing her hatred for him.

Pity fell from his face, and instantly, it donned a mask of rage.  He grabbed her upper arms and squeezed painfully.  “YOU. ARE. MINE.”  Then he shook her with such force that Amy felt her teeth chatter.  Inches from her face, with his nose almost touching hers, he yelled, “Accept the truth, and the truth will set you FREE!”

He pushed her backwards, but grabbed her before she fell to the floor, then he roughly shoved her into one of the straight back chairs, by the small wooden table, that he had set for two.  Amy would have fallen out of the chair, but he held her tightly, preventing another fall.  He walked behind her and pushed her chair under the table.  With a bit more control, he put his lips to her ear and said, “If he takes him another wife; her food, her raiment, and her duty of marriage, shall he not diminish…Exodus 21:10.  God is on my side…you can’t fight this.  I will decide what you wear, what you eat, and how you will perform your wifely duties.”

Leaving her there, he turned and walked to the kitchen counter to pour two glasses of red wine.  He sat one in front of Amy, and then put his glass, at his place setting across from her.  He picked up the empty plates, and once again turned to walk toward the counter.

She watched as he filled both plates with food, from the pans on the stove, and then he promptly turned the knobs to the left, to shut off the heat that had been keeping their dinner warm.

Playing the gentleman, he sat Amy’s plate down first, and followed by setting his own down, across from her.  Without a word, he slid into his chair, took his neatly folded napkin, and placed on his lap.  Then he looked at her and said with a God-like voice, “Shall we say, grace?”

Amy watched as his face contorted into a horrible grimace, which opened the chasm of his mouth, releasing a series of hysterical cackles.   The shrill laughter lasted, what seemed forever, and then, without warning, abruptly stopped.  The dead quiet, that followed, unnerved Amy.   She looked into the soulless eyes that stared at her, and a chill ran through her body.  She realized that in that particular moment, no one was home behind those eyes.    Then without warning, his stare refocused, and he broke the silence by saying, “Eat up love.  You’ll need your strength for later.”   And, just like that, within a second he went from soulless to caring.  The sudden change, actually caused Amy to feel dizzy, so she grasped the side of the table to settle her vertigo.

He picked up a knife and fork, cut into the steak in from him, and put it in his mouth.  He chewed the meat slowly and swallowed, then cut into the steak again, and followed suit, but, this time, he washed it down with a large gulp of wine.

Amy felt bile rise within her throat, and she seriously thought she would throw up.  He, oblivious to her plight, encouraged her sweetly, “Come…come my love, eat your dinner…we have lots yet to do tonight.”

Amy looked down at her plate, and noticed she had no silverware.

He tapped a napkin to both corners of his mouth, and continued sweetly, “Poor Amy has no silverware…what’s a girl to do…hmmmmm?  I’m not so sure I can trust you with a knife and fork.  God forbid you’d stick me, rather than, the food in your plate.  Perhaps soon, you will gain my trust.  I’m sure, some day, we will both look back, and laugh at this, our present conundrum.   It may be demeaning, but, for the time being, you’ll have to eat with your hands.”  He pointed to her steak.  “Now pick it up and eat.”

Fighting an urge to gag, Amy whispered, “I’m not hungry.”

“What did you say?”

Again, she whispered, “I’m not hungry.”

“Forgive me…but it sounded like you said, you weren’t hungry…”

Amy looked at him, and, this time, repeated it loud and very clear… “I said…I’M. NOT. HUNGRY.”

He leaned forward, and grabbed both sides of the table.  “Do you know what happens to little girls who don’t clean their plates?” He left no pause for her answer.  “They get punished…” he continued, “…is that what you want…huh…?  Is it?  Is it, Amy?”

Amy’s anger grew hot at his prodding.  She slammed both hands on the table, causing the dishes to rattle and yelled, “Punished?  What the hell do you call being strung up and held captive for hours, in a shitty-smelling, dark hole!  Slight of death, I’m not so sure it’s possible to top that!”

Through gritted teeth he answered, “Believe me…it can ALWAYS get worse…don’t try me, Amy…”

Amy leaned forward, and vehemently said, “I don’t want your fucking food!”  Then she leaned even closer, “I want to know what you’ve done with my  dog!”

At the mention of Rudy, a sinister smile tugged the corners of his mouth.

“Ruuuuuudy…” he taunted, as if calling for him.

“Ruuuuuuuudy…”

“…where are you Ruuuuuuudy?  Mommy’s worried about you Ruuuuuuuudy…”

Without warning, he flipped the table over.  Amy cringed from the sound of shattering dishes, and the table tumbling across the floor.  He grabbed her by the hair, and painfully penned her against his body.

He snarled, “Do you really want to know what happened to your damn dog?  I don’t think you do, but here goes…” “I shot poor Ruuuuuuuudy, and then the mangy mutt fell dead at my feet, where I gave him a kick, for good measure.  Then I tasered you…you bitch!”  He paused only a second, “…and do you want to know what you did?  You pissed your pants like an animal, so I strung you up like an animal.  You disgust me!”  Then he pushed her backwards, and she fell to the floor

Tears of pain, both physical and emotional, ran down Amy’s face.  Her heart broke into a hundred pieces at the thought of Rudy being dead.  In desperation she screamed, “You’re lying, you son-of-a-bitch, you’re lying!  My dog is NOT dead.”

He grabbed her by one of her bloody ankles and began pulling her across the floor, and down a narrow hall.

“Everyone you know is going to die.  First, Rudy, and soon, Sky!”

He stopped, by a small door, only 4 foot tall.  Its rusty hinges screeched in protest, but with great strength, he pushed the door open, to reveal the contents inside.  The room was empty, save for a sleeping bag and a five-gallon bucket.  He stooped as he entered, as not to hit his head, but once inside, was able to stand upright, since the room’s ceiling spanned the height of at least 10 feet.  He tossed Amy on the sleeping bag, then turned, and ducked once again, to clear the entrance way.  From the hallway he said, “I will be gone for long intervals at a time, use the bucket to relieve yourself.”  Amy heard the door close, the lock slide into place, and then his footsteps descending down the hall.

Alone in the dark, Amy curled into a fetal position, and cried for Rudy and Sky.

***

Sky’s heart sank.  The sight before her caused her to stop dead in her tracks.  A lump, of what looked like golden fur, lay beneath the boughs of the fir tree ahead.  Sky knew it was Rudy.  She willed herself to move forward, once she saw it was Rudy, she fell into the snow, beside her dying dog

She leaned over him gently, and put her arms around his quivering frame.  The bloody  snow beneath him, soaked into the sleeves of her hoodie, but Sky didn’t give a damn.  She held her dog, and sobbed.

She heard him whimper, so, she pulled far enough away, to look into his eyes.  His brown eyes were almost glazed over, but then they focused on Sky’s face.  When he recognized her, his whimpers turned into pitiful cries.  Sky’s heart broke into a million pieces.  She held him close and whispered in his ear, “It’s okay, Rudy…it’s going to be okay.”

Sky did her best to sooth him, but still he cried.  She pulled away, once again, so Rudy could see her face. His brown eyes connected with her blue eyes, and in that moment, she knew he was trying to tell her about Amy.

“It’s Amy…isn’t it…?  Are you trying to tell me about Amy?”

At the sound of Amy’s name, his cries grew louder.

Tears streamed down Sky’s face, and she gently pulled him to her, she whispered, “I’m worried about Amy too.”  Sky felt his body relax, as if he knew she understood.

Sky buried her face into Rudy’s neck, “I’m going to get our Amy…and…I’m going to…to…bring her home…”  She silently cried into his fur, and cried all the more, as she felt his breathing slow, and then his body go limp in her arms.

After a long moment of silence, Sky laid Rudy’s body back upon the snow.  Her heart ached, knowing how cold he must be.  She rubbed and kissed his head, “I love you, Rudy…I love you…go to sleep now…it’s going to be…okay.”

Sky stood and looked down at her dog.  His eyes were closed and he was still breathing, but barely.    She reached around and pulled the revolver from the back of her jeans.  She couldn’t bare to see him suffer any more.

***

(Conclusion to follow soon)

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Amy’s Story: Part 5

(Daily Prompt: Massive)
Massive problems are solved, one small step at a time.

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(To read from beginning:  Amy’s Story: Part 1)

[RECAP:  Amy is kidnapped, and chained in an underground, root cellar, by a vicious serial killer.  After hours of hanging in the dark cellar, her captor takes her to an abandoned cabin, hidden deep within the Blue Ridge Mountains.  Rudy, her beloved Golden Retriever, lays in the snow, dying from a gunshot wound, received while trying to save Amy. Sky, the love of Amy’s life, walks the desolate forest, following  snow-mobile tracks, she believes lead to Amy.]  

Rudy had tried his best to save Amy, but his attempts lay waste, due to the bullet lodged deep in his right shoulder.  As much as he had tried, he now lay motionless.  A light dusting of snow, from the fir branches above, covered his body.  A blanket of white, stained only, by the blood oozing from his dying heart.

As Rudy lay there, with his eyes closed, his life began to flash before him, in cinematic grandeur.  As scene one opened, the sight of his mother, Abigail, caused him to whimper.   Through the years his memories of her had faded, but now, once again, he saw her through puppy eyes…

Rudy gazed into the brown eyes, of a beautiful Golden Retriever, named Abigail.  Oblivious of the name given her by humans, Rudy touched his nose to her nose, and knew her only as mama. 

It had been long day, for Rudy, without his litter-mates.  He was confused, and wondered where they were.  At least he still had mama, he thought, and snuggled into the warmness of her fur.  This was his favorite spot.  The rhythmic beat coming from her heart, comforted him, and as always, like a lullaby, eased him to sleep.

Rudy was roused from his peaceful sleep by the sound of humans close by.

“Well, we only have one left; the runt, but you’re welcome to take a look-see at him.  Come on in here…uh…what’d you say your name was…?”

“Sky.  My name is Sky.” 

“Okay, Sky, come on in here.  I like to keep the bitches, and their pups in the barn when it’s this cold outside.  I’d hate for them to get cold.”

Human-talk, was gibberish to Rudy; so he snuggled closer to mama’s heart, and buried his head in her warm golden fur.  Before sleep could claim him, Rudy felt himself being lifted by gentle hands.  He opened his eyes, and looked down at the face of woman with blue eyes, and blonde spiky hair.  Rudy yawned, blinked his eyes, and looked once again, into the face of the human holding him.  This time, he noticed, she had a big smile upon her face.   She pulled him closer and kissed him on his wrinkled brow. 

“Oh my God…he’s perfect!”  

Human-gibberish again, thought Rudy, but he didn’t mind;  he licked the human on her nose, and thought, she smells good. 

Sky laughed at the puppy’s slobbery kiss, and pulled him closer. 

“So, how soon can I take him home?” Sky asked, feeling the warm bundle of fur wiggle beneath her chin. 

“Well, if you got the money, you can take him home today.”

“Oh, I got the money, all right!”

“Well, okay then!  Just put him back in there with his mama, and follow me to the office.  Watch-ya step, there’s a couple of poop piles I’ve not gotten to yet.”

Sky kissed Rudy again, and put him back beside Abigail, who was now looking up,  sitting on her haunches, and wagging her tail. 

“My gosh, Abigail, you are pretty!” 

Sky patted the top of Abigail’s head, and then turned to follow the man wearing denim overalls. 

“Hey, where ya going?” barked Rudy.  He jumped up to place his paws on the wire fence separating him from the humans.  His little tailed wagged so fast it created a small dust cloud, as it brushed back and forth over the dirt floor. 

***

Rudy lay on the car seat, beside Sky, and cried.  The seat beneath him was cold, the smells around him unfamiliar, and worst of all, his mama was nowhere to be seen.  The lady beside him was nice enough, but he missed his mama’s heartbeat, her brown eyes and the warmth of her fur. 

“Mama…mama…” He barked shrilly. “Where are you, mama?”

Sky placed a reassuring hand on him and crooned, “It’s okay little fellow…it’s going to be all right…I promise.”

Human gibberish, thought Rudy, and even though the warmth from the human’s hand was comforting, he barked even louder, “Mama…mama…mama…” 

Finally the car stopped, and the human got out, and closed the door.  He was alone but a few seconds, when the car door beside him opened.  He saw the human squat, so that she was eye level.  Once again his listened to human gibberish. 

“Okay, little fellow, now’s the time for you to perform magic.”  

Rudy cocked his head, and looked at the human with a confused expression.  The human laughed, rubbed his head and continued her gibberish. 

“Here’s the plan.  When the front door opens, you will mesmerize her with those gorgeous, chocolate eyes of yours.”

 “Okay?” 

“You see, I’ve done something stupid, and once again I’m in hot water with my girlfriend, and you , my little one, are the prettiest olive branch I could find.”

“Let’s hope, Amy thinks so too…”

Rudy cocked his head the other way, trying to understand, and once again the human laughed.  In spite of his homesickness, the happiness of her laugher made him feel a little better.  And then, he felt her lift him, from the cold seat, and pull him against her, for a warm hug.  Rudy’s  “happy-meter,” tilted a tad more to the right, and he began wagging his tail.

At the door, the human pressed a button, not once, but twice.  After a moment, they both heard footsteps on the other side.  Rudy felt himself lifted higher, and the human hid her face behind him, and whispered, “Okay, little fellow, now’s the time.  Do your magic…” 

The door opened, and Rudy saw Amy for the first time.  He looked into Amy’s shocked, brown eyes, and thought, “She has the same eyes as mama !”  In that instant, Rudy’s homesickness vanished, and peace took its spot.  He knew he was home, and always would be, with Amy. 

The magical spell was broken, by the voice of the human, behind him.   

“Amy…I’m so sorry…”

Amy, captured within Rudy’s spell, ignored Sky, and took the golden bundle, pulled him to her, and hugged him tenderly. 

Sky, stood in the doorway and smiled; confident, her plan had been a success. 

***

The mental image of Amy, caused a dying Rudy, to gasp for air, and the mental flashes of his life ceased.  His eyes opened, and to see the fir branches, waving above him.  For a moment, he wondered where when he was at, and then the events of the past hour came to  him.

He remembered he had been on the porch, sniffing, searching for squirrels, when he caught the scent of someone close by.  The scent was vaguely familiar, he couldn’t quite place it, but he knew he had smelled it before.

As Rudy lay in snow, he thought about the events that had led him here…

His gut lurched and he knew danger was near.  A waft of air ruffled Rudy’s hair, and he lifted his nose to it, trying to get a better whiff.  His nostrils filled with the scent of the stranger, and Rudy realized he knew stranger.  He had met this man before, and he clearly remembered disliking him; from day one, Rudy knew this man to be evil.    He had tried to warn Amy, by growling and barking, but she had scolded him, and put him in another room.  Rudy remembered laying  with his nose pressed to the opening, at the bottom of door, until the evil man had left and until he knew Amy to be safe. 

And now, as he stood on the cabin’s porch, he took one more sniff, just to confirm his suspicion. Rudy felt the hairs of his back rise, and he realized it was indeed the same evil man. 

Rudy began to bark and growl viciously, trying to warn Amy to stay inside, and then to Rudy’s horror,  Amy opened the door and stepped outside.  In the same instant, the evil man came around the corner of the cabin, and ran to grab Amy from behind.  Rudy saw something in the man’s hand, and knew it was meant to hurt Amy.  Without hesitation, Rudy lunged forward, but in mid flight, he heard an explosion, saw a flash of light, and then felt something hit him.  Whatever it was, it hit him so hard, he fell to floor at Amy’s feet. 

The memory of Amy in danger, sent a surge of adrenalin through Rudy’s body, and from its strength, Rudy tried to stand.  He stood but for a moment, until intense pain wracked his body, causing him to fall back into the snow.  Upon impact, Rudy cried out against the pain.

Again he tried to stand, and once again his body felt horrible pain; however, this time Rudy refused to lay down.  Instead he thought of Amy, and somehow he found the strength to take a step.

One slow step at a time, Rudy followed, the snow-mobile tracks that led to Amy.

***

The watch on her arm, told Sky she had been following the trail for at least an hour.

She followed two paths simultaneously; one from a snow-mobile and the other left by Rudy’s bloody paw prints.  She noticed, the farther they went, the bloodier they were.

Sky wiped away the tears, that ran down her face.  She knew Rudy was losing too much blood, and so, she braced herself, for the body, she knew she would soon find.

Sky pulled her hoodie snuggly over her head, but it did little to combat the gusts of cold wind.  The cold reminded her of the cool steel, pressed against the small of her back.  The gun’s coldness comforted her.

A month ago, she had purchased two revolvers, without Amy’s knowledge.   She didn’t tell Amy, because she knew, Amy frowned upon the idea of a gun in the house.

Sky hid one gun at home, within a box of her personal mementos, that sat upon the top shelf, of her bedroom closet.  She knew Amy would never look there.  The other gun, the one at the cabin, she had hid under the mattress, on her side of the bed.

Sky was a little less confident of that particular hiding place, but the cabin was small, with no closets.  She had pondered, somewhere in the kitchen, but Amy was the cook, and so, that option had been “shot down” from the get go.  In spite of the circumstances, Sky couldn’t help but smile at the corny pun.

Sky wrestled often with the guilt of keeping the secret from Amy; after all, it had been that very thing, that had almost ended their relationship, a few years ago.  Silently Sky thanked Rudy, because of him, Amy’s heart was softened, and so she had agreed to give Sky another chance.

Sky soothed her conscience, by telling herself, the guns were for Amy’s protection.  She just hoped, Amy would feel the same way when the truth came to light.  At the time, Sky felt she had no other choice, especially after Amy had been beaten, and almost raped.  Sky was willing to risk their relationship in order to save Amy’s life.

 Sky lifted one painful foot from the deep snow, and then the other.  Amy’s borrowed, and too-small boots, rubbed against the back of her feet, causing two large blisters to appear.  She grimaced with each step, but never slowed pace; her eyes fixed upon the tracks ahead of her.  Sky was determined to get to Amy.

“Hang on baby…I’m coming.”

Her words fell empty to the desolate forest surrounding her.

***

Amy’s body still ached, from hanging hours in a dark, cold cellar.  She sat on the couch thanking god for the blanket, and the heat radiating, from the fireplace before her.   Alone in the room, she wondered where he had gone, and when he would be back.  He, after tenderly wrapping her bloody ankles, had stood abruptly, and without a word, walked out the front door.  Like a flip of a switch, his demeanor had changed from gentle nurturer, to cold stranger.

Amy looked around the room.  The log walls of the cabin were chinked, with what had once been red clay.  Its hues had faded over time, it was cracked, and in some areas it was crumbled enough to let in the cold air from outside. The only window in the room was hid by a large piece of plywood, that had been nailed to the wall.  Amy counted the nail heads.  There were only four, one in each corner.  Amy felt confident, it given the opportunity, she would be able to prise it from the wall.  She studied the front door.  It was solid wood, with a brass door knob and it fastened by a set of brass deadbolts.  Just above the deadbolts, hung a heavy chain, about a foot long, and parallel on the door post beside,  hung another chain, with an open pad-lock, swinging from the last link.

The door suddenly opened, and her captor walked inside.  He shut the door quickly, but not quick enough to keep out a rush of cold air.  Amy watched as he locked both deadbolts, and then linked the heavy chains together and secured them with the padlock.

 He turned to see Amy watching, and he gave her his best smile.

“See Amy, we’re safe and sound.  Nothing can get in, and nothing can get out, without my permission.”

He covered the distance between them in three steps, pulled something from his hip pocket, and tossed it on her lap.

“Put these on.”

Amy looked at a white, cotton gown, picked it up, and handed it back to the man, towering over her.

“Where are my clothes?”  She asked defiantly.

He squatted in front of her, and slide both hands under the blanket to rest upon her bare knees.   Amy tried to pull away, but he squeezed her so tightly, she couldn’t move.  He leaned in to her until his face was only inches from hers.

“Are you referring to the filth you wore earlier today?” He said this through gritted teeth.

Amy almost opened her mouth to answer, but the evil in his eyes, warned her to keep her mouth shut.

“Amy…my dear sweet Amy…”  He laughed.

“I threw your whore rags into the fire place…”  Again he laughed.

“Are they keeping you warm….hmmm?”

He leaned in even closer, and Amy feared he would kiss her, but instead he put his lips to her ear and whispered,  “Enjoy their warmth…they will never touch your body again.”

***

…to be continued…


 

 

 

 

Amy’s Story: Part 1

2-rusty-shackleAmy opened her eyes to nothing, and she was confused.  She tried to bring her hands to her eyes thinking she could rub away the dark, but her hands were bound behind her back.  A wave of panic surged through her body.  She tried to scream but  could only mew like a kitten.  Her mouth was sealed with a sticky substance she knew to be duct tape.   Her breathing came hard and ragged in and out of her nose.  The sudden loss of carbon dioxide brought her to the brink of hyperventilation.  

Cold fear tightened around her neck and suffocation like the grim reaper threatened her life.  Knowing death was eminent, she tried to concentrate on slowing her breathing.  Again she tried to move but to no avail except for a slight sway back and forth.  To Amy’s horror she realized she was hanging upside down.  Warm liquid ran down her legs from her shackled ankles.  The shackles that bit into her skin had been tightened by a man three times her size.  The pain was almost unbearable and Amy did the only thing she could. Silent tears dripped to mix with the blood and cold earth below.  

Amy hung helpless like a piece of meat waiting for the butcher’s saw.

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He was confident she wouldn’t be able to escape.  The shackles he used were old but solid, and he had added a bit more force when clasping them to her ankles.  There was no way she could get out of them.  He hadn’t wanted to leave her but he had worked up an incredible appetite and he became grumpy when he was hungry.  He smiled at the thought, and looked at the spinach he sauteed and saw that it had reached perfection.   No, he didn’t like being grumpy; besides it was most important that he display his “good side” to his guest, hanging in the cellar.

Yes, he had already decided to play the perfect gentlemen.  He would be ever so kind and gentle as he cared for her wounds and afterward he would present a dinner cooked to perfection in honor of their first night together.   He reached for the steaks that had been marinating overnight.  The hot grill sizzled when both fillets kissed the iron.  God it smelled good.  He smiled knowing Amy would enjoy them.

He thought of Amy.  God she was beautiful.  Beautiful but not glamorous, and he liked it that way.  The first time he saw her in class he thought of Mary Ann from Gilligan’s Island.  Her innocence had captivated him so much that he found it hard to concentrate on the lesson she taught.  After a while he got past her smile…she was always smiling, and settled in upon the content of her lesson.  Not only was she a “looker” but the lady could teach.  She taught through example, so the technique developed right before your eyes.  It was almost as if they were the only two in the room; he was oblivious to the other twenty-five who sat under her teaching.

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Amy floated in and out of consciousness as she hung in an old root cellar. Exhaustion and pain, from gravity, and her own, body weight, made even shallow breathing near to impossible. The vessels in her brain bulged heavy with blood, so no matter how hard she willed herself to stay awake, she eventually could do nothing but surrender to the darkness.

In those short waking moments, she tried to remember what had happened to bring her to this place of hell. Memory came and went in flashes, and the very moment she thought she understood, darkness clouded her mind and once again she fell into unconsciousness.  At first this was frustrating, but then, in a sick sort of way, it became a game of cat and mouse.  Amy conditioned herself to capture, hold, and tuck away every memory from each awakening moment.

Conscious once again, Amy began to sort the snippets of memory she had collected…a cabin…a phone call…Rudy… barking and growling…utter fear and confusion…  Slowly, ever so slowly, the pieces fell into place and Amy was able to remember the sequence of events that had led her here…

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to be continued…

(To continue visit Amy’s Story: Part 2)