Attempting to distract herself she felt the wall for the 62 scratches she’d made to mark off her best estimate of the days. She’d set her clock by the arrival of her daily meal – with no real idea of whether it came regularly.
Her clothes were baggy now, all those times she’d wished to be thin, this wasn’t quite what she’d had in mind.
Counting helped but didn’t block out the pain as he applied ever more pressure to her throat. He seemed disappointed that she didn’t struggle but her fight was all gone. Please, she thought, please let me sleep.
This gruesome little post is my entry into week 154 of the 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – click on the image to see the other entries or to enter for yourself.