Cuffed

He watched, helpless as the door closed behind her. He screamed in frustration and started rattling the handcuffs again. Desperately trying to get loose from the railings he was cuffed too. Tears of frustration rolled down his cheeks. He didn’t understand how he got himself in this mess. He’d only gone out for a quite pint of milk from the corner shop.

He lets out another scream of frustration and then curls up on himself as his head sears with pain. The last thing he remembered was climbing the stairs to his flat in the pitch black and had been mumbling to himself that the light in the hallway had gone out again. He’d gone to take his keys out to get back into the flat and the next thing he knows, he’s woken up chained to a radiator, in a room with no windows and only one door, which was locked behind the woman that just walked out.

Screaming and crying and desperately trying to free himself from his bindings had exhausted him. He closed his eyes but was too scared to sleep. He knew the woman who’d just brought him a drink wasn’t the one who chained up here, she wasn’t big enough, strong enough and she looked like she had no life left in her. Someone else had to have gotten him down here. He tried to open his eyes but they felt too heavy, he tried to move his arms, legs, to writhe against the handcuffs, but he couldn’t. He was slipping into a sleep he didn’t want, he realised that the taste he thought must have been from a dirty tap must have been something make him sleep. As he finally drifted into what he hoped would be a dreamless state, he thought he heard faint whispers of malicious laughter and smell of rotting garbage.