Chapter 11: Fucked

Amy felt a prick in the back of her neck. She collapsed in the arms of the someone behind her. When she woke, she was naked lying on a wooden floor with metal cuffs restraining her hands and feet. Amy had no idea how long she had been lying there, only that she was stiff, hungry and thirsty. She screamed and screamed and screamed until her throat was so hoarse that all she could was whisper. No one came.

Her mind finally cleared. She rolled over and began to study the room. It seemed like an empty bedroom in a house that had been recently vacated. She struggled to her feet. She hopped around the room examining the walls, two boarded up windows and a closed door. She backed up to it and tried the handle. Locked. “What a surprise,” she thought bitterly. Then, she hopped back and hurled her body against the door. She bounced back falling back on the floor.

She struggle to rise and hurled herself again against the door. This time she maintained her balance. Three more tries and the door gave way landing Amy face down in a hallway.

She rolled off the shattered door and hopped around the obviously abandoned home. To her surprise, she found a battered sofa and a tv on a crate in the living room. She found a boarded up back door in what was once the kitchen. The front door was far more solid than the flimsy door that she had broken.