A serial killer's lair. My living nightmare. My desperate bid for freedom.
I was trying to get away. The yelling. The drinking. The hands that wandered where they shouldn't.
The road that night was full of monsters. He seemed kind. Safe. His wife was at home. I believed him. I wanted to feel safe.
The basement door locked behind me. The darkness swallowed me whole.
His unspoken rules passed from victims taken before me. Stay quiet. Stay small. Don't fight back. Now, I count the days in the screams of the others.
When he's bored, he chooses someone new to hurt. No one survives him.
I saw something he didn't plan on. I can identify him. I memorized the tattoos on his arm.
I see cracks in his control. Moments where his careful world unravels. I'm not waiting for him to choose me.
I'm watching. Waiting. When my moment comes...
I'm getting out.
