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Every Part Of You --
Part 2
by Cynthia Piromalli
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It had been dark, but not that late. Serena had just gotten home from a long day at work. She hadn't closed her garage door as soon as she got home because the phone had been ringing, so she went outside when she'd finished her call to close it. That one indifferent act had changed her life forever.
Would she still have been snatched if she hadn't needed to go outside, or would the killer have come into her home? Was he that desperate that he wouldn't have even waited for an opportunity? Thoughts like that always came into her mind, playing with fate, trying to change the events. But no matter how much she wondered, it wouldn't change what had actually happened.
He knocked her out with some foul smelling stuff. When she finally awoke, she was in what she finally realised was a basement. Dark. Screams. Her screams.
"Let me out! Let me out of here! Can you hear me? Can anyone hear me? What do you want with me? Please let me out of here!" She screamed like that every day, chilled to the bone like a frightened child and desperate to get out of a room that seemed impenetrable.
She didn't know how long she was in there. The darkness of the room merged the days and nights into one so that she didn't know which was which or when they passed. It seemed like eternity.
At the stop of the stairs was a locked door. She called to him through it, desperately at first, but when she realised this was not working, she tried another tact. She talked to him calmly, as hard as this was for her, so he knew she was human and that she had some strength, particularly if he was intent on scaring her to death, which it seemed he was. She had sat at that door for hours, and although he never answered her, she knew he was listening. She could sense him there somehow.
Only on one occasion did he say something back.
"Jessica."
© Cynthia M. Piromalli 2002
©2002 StoriesByEmail.com
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