Like a helpless animal, she moaned, pulling at the heavy chains in a desperate attempt to relieve the aching pain in her ankle. The heat was unbearable. The loose shirt that drowned his lean figure was soaked with sweat. On the wall in front of her was a collage of photos of her walking to college, hanging out with friends, close-up photos of her watching television, and in the center a photo taken at her bedside. she sleeping. The first few times she saw the photo of the center made her physically ill. Even a single glance would make her vomit. The thought of her asleep while a nearby man watches as she takes photos of herself sent shivers down his spine. He had clearly been following her for months. At first the wall behind her was empty, but she began to count down. Over 7,000 lines made from a chalk-like stone filled the wall with very little space left. Her bed consisted of a pillow and a blanket, but the pillow was always damp from the flood of tears and the blanket left a stomach-churning smell of urine from when she didn't sleep. didn't have the energy to move to the bucket in the corner - which also was only emptied until it overflowed, leaving a horrible smell in the already sauna-like "room". There was a dim light bulb hanging from the ceiling, blinking every few seconds with a family of flies surrounding it. The light went out. The room filled with darkness and she slowly reached the wall with a stone in her hand and with all her effort added another line. The stone fell from her grip and she laid her head on the pillow in an attempt to fall asleep. His eyes opened. To his left was a tray. A bowl of porridge, a glass of water and a slice of stale bread. The plastic... middle of paper ... an older woman standing on the other side, she screamed at the woman for help, but the woman did the same. Both were in desperate need of help. They both simultaneously slammed their closed fists against the glass door, but it did not shatter. Within seconds, a large dark shadow appeared outside. The moon escaped from a dark cloud and its face was visible. It was him. She began a series of screams to let the older woman outside know that the man was behind her. The older woman didn't move but also continued to scream. Mirroring each other, they both slam the door one last time then stop. Looking into each other's eyes, the woman inside raises her hand to the glass, while the older woman does the same. Their hands join on each side of the glass. expressionless. One last tear runs down both of their cheeks. The woman inside feels a deep breath on the back of her neck.