The Torture Begins

Linda’s POV

Kirby untied me and studied me for a few seconds before she walked out of the room and closed the door, leaving me in the almost dark, cold, and smelly room. My heart thumped in my chest and I felt so queasy but maybe that was because of how badly the room was.

I rubbed my hands and then my feet, feeling a bit better now that I was untied. But how in the world was I going to get out of this situation?

I felt tired and wanted to sit down, but the only way to do that was by sitting on the floor which looked like there was puke spilled all over it. Or it would be the thin dirty mattress.

I chose the mattress. I lowered myself onto the mattress, wincing as the musty odor filled my senses. I resisted the urge to vomit and tried to ignore the smell. The bed was uncomfortable and dirty, but at least it offered some semblance of relief from the hard, cold floor.

As I sat there in the dim light, my mind raced with a million thoughts and fears. How long would Kirby keep me here?