Exodus From Capture

She waited until she could hear no more breathing or heavy treading footsteps. She prayed that he would not be back for a while. After what seemed like days of stealthily watching him, she knew where he kept the key to the padlock, quickly unlocking the chains around her raw ankles. Finally, she was able to reach the bookcase where she grabbed a book and threw it at the shade of the lamp hanging from the ceiling. Grabbing a shard of broken glass, she sawed off the rope encircling her neck and attached to the stanchion affixed to the beam. Shaking like a leaf not yet released from the tree, she searched for some clothes, locating only one of his stained t-shirts which she hastily pulled over her bruised and beaten body. Now was the only time she could make her exodus. She limped to the door but was unable to force it open. Next, she picked up another book and pried off the board covering the sole window. Terrified, she knew she would have to jump from the second story into the back yard. This was her only hope. Closing her eyes she took the leap to freedom, spraining both ankles and landing with her face in the soft mud. Wiping the dirt from her eyes, she forced them open. There standing in front of her was her captor. “I told you that you could never escape!” Her body was never found.