The Voice - Part three

(warning: contains non-consensual sex)

For a long while, she just lay there, listening to her own breathing. Then gradually the tears arrived. At first the cries were just little hiccups, but then as the full force of the terror took her over, her body convulsed in huge, bone-wracking sobs.

It was impossible to tell how long she wept; that in itself was terribly frightening. But at some point, she simply stopped, as if someone had thrown a switch. Her face felt hugely swollen, the interiors of her eyelids felt lined in sandpaper and stung her eyes as she blinked into the darkness.

Once she'd calmed down, she felt stupid. What good would crying do?

She rolled onto her back and began to wriggle and shove her way across the floor to the place where she'd remembered seeing the light. Now, as she inched towards what she thought was the door, her lack of mobility increased her frustration. In her memory, the door hadn't been so far away. She dug her heels into the nap and shoved herself headwards, propelling herself roughly, as her anger increased. It was like being a caterpillar the wrong way around. Growling in anger, she gave herself one great shove. When her head struck metal, the clang of it reverberated round her brain just before she blacked out.

 

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