Taken: Breaking the Darkness Book 1(6)By: Felicia Starr
"Wow, what the heck was that?" I quietly asked myself. A chill shot up my spine and goose bumps covered my arms and legs. My heart hit my chest so hard it almost burst. I could feel the little hairs on the back of my neck standing on end. That was some really freaky shit. I seriously did not reach out and touch myself, did I? That wasn't even possible. I was losing my cool. I really needed to escape my growing madness.
DAY AND NIGHT had truly become one, with no way to discern how much time had passed. My stomach told me it had been at least a day or two since I'd eaten. Perhaps they'd forgotten about me, which would have been a great thing if only I could figure out a way to escape.
I needed to do another feel around the room. I got on all fours to search the perimeter. Maybe I could detect some kind of breeze to indicate a weakness worth exploiting. Crawling around the floor was doing a real number on my knees, though. The concrete wasn't being kind.
My hands scoured every inch of the floor and where the moldings would have been. Although slightly disgusted by the idea of my hands gliding over a questionable toilet bowl, I knew the plumbing must go somewhere; the waste needed to flow out. The pipes potentially could be directed down, or if I was underground they might be constructed upward. Oh, how I prayed I wasn't underground. With no sensations of a prospective exit, I kept going back to the plumbing thing.
How could I use the plumbing to get out? What if I clogged the toilet? I could stuff it with my clothes or bedding. If it backed up and started flooding, maybe someone would notice and come fix the problem. Hopefully it would be someone I could manage to get away from. On the flip side, if no one came and the water flooded the room, there were a number of negative implications, some of which would involve disgusting sanitary issues.
I considered breaking away the wall around the plumbing and hoped it would lead to an exit. For that plan to be executed, I would have to rip out whatever plumbing was accessible or crack the toilet to make myself some sort of tool or weapon.
I was going to have to mull it over a number of times. I had no way of knowing the extent of my imprisonment, and any extended time without a toilet could be disastrous and utterly gross.
All that crawling and thinking wore me out. My lack of nutrition was affecting my stamina. I was so desperate for some real deep, relaxing sleep and a cheeseburger. A yummy delicious double-double and some animal fries with a Neapolitan shake. A girl could dream. Drifting off to sleep to reserve what little energy I had would also stop my thinking about food, which was only making my stomach angrier.
I so badly wished I could just sink into the bed and drift off to the best night of sleep. Of course, ideally, I wished I would wake up in my own bed surrounded by moving boxes to find this was the longest nightmare in existence. Wouldn't that be a mind-blowing dream about sleeping and wishing I was sleeping? I'm sure life wasn't quite that ironic.
With that thought I felt my arm hair standing on end. The silence around me seemed to have a secret I couldn't quite decipher. Even though there was no new sound, I got the creepy feeling someone was there in the room with me. I knew this was next to impossible since the door hadn't opened and I didn't hear anything. The sensation was almost like being able to hear or feel a dark cloud moving through the room.
Fear was starting to make its way through my veins to an empty pit in my stomach. I tried to will my body to swivel around and attempt to see if there was someone or something hiding in the blackness of the room. If I turned and there was someone there, what would I do? Freeze? Scream? Attack? My approach remained freezing and pretending I didn't notice. Was there even anything to notice or was it more of my mind games?
OH GOD! I gasped a short breath. I felt the slightest drift of air move across my face. Even though there wasn't much of anything to see in the dark, I slammed my eyes shut. There is nothing here, no one here, I kept mentally repeating to myself, along with some protection prayers I saw in a movie once. In the name of Jesus Christ, may all the bad and evil spirits leave this place. I then proceeded to repeat the Saint Michael's prayer over and over in my mind. Saint Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle. Be our safeguard against the wickedness and the snares of the devil. May God rebuke him, we humbly pray, and do thou, O Prince of the Heavenly Host, by the divine power, cast into hell Satan and all the evil spirits who prowl throughout the world, seeking the ruin of souls. Amen.