Chapter Text
Chapter one.
Laura.
Thirst burned in her throat, dust cloyed in her nose, and the taste of the dirty gag in her mouth all acted as an unwanted reminder that she was, unfortunately, still alive despite everything.
Laura weakly opened her eyes to see the same surroundings she’d been trapped in for what felt like an eternity. Her hands were tied to a support in the corner of the cellar she’d been herded into, nothing but dirt walls and a damp floor for company.
“This can’t be real” she kept telling herself, but if it was a bad dream surely she would’ve woken up by now.
She’d lost count of the days after the third day of isolation. A small window above her head had told her of the passing of time, but hopelessness had stopped her from counting any further.
It was night now, and Laura hoped it would be the last one she’d have to endure.
She shifted uncomfortably, trying to soothe the pain in her joints from being cooped up for so long. The men that’d shoved her down here had promised to return, but they hadn’t.
A small blessing considering what they’d intended for her.
But now that meant she was doomed to die down here, forgotten and alone.
A solitary tear trickled down her dirt smeared face, dripping onto the dirt floor with a louder than usual smack.
Laura had tried shouting for help, but the gag had silenced her. Rather poetic considering the life she’d led.
With a defeated sigh Laura let her head hang and closed her eyes for the final time, letting the silence of the countryside wash over her.
But then her ears pricked at the sound of approaching horses. Her eyes flew open. “Oh god, protect me” she prayed silently as she heard them getting closer until warm lamplight leaked in through the small window.
“Whatever happens” she thought, steeling herself for whatever came next. “I won’t let them hear me scream” it was a small defiance, but she refused to be entertainment for the men that would surely end her life.