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Unspeakable

Jane took a swig of the drink he offered her.  He said it was orange juice but it had a slight chlorine taste and smelled odd.  ‘Are you sure this juice is fresh, it tastes bitter?’

Victor seemed agitated.  ‘Oh silly girl, it’s just fresh orange juice, no sugar, just drink it!’

Jane took another sip, screwing up her face.

‘Why do that?’ Victor seemed angry but he had a slight glint in his eyes as he looked Jane up and down. ‘What is wrong with you? He took a sip from his own glass.  There’s nothing wrong with that juice.’

Jane took another sip, this time it burned her tongue.  She felt her throat constricting and started to cough.  Beads of sweat broke out her brow and the room started to spin.  A heaviness crept over her legs. ‘I feel weird.’

The heat was rising in her chest, spreading up her face. The realization that she had been drugged was the last thing that flashed through her mind as the room darkened and white sparkling light clouded her eyes. She passed out.

Jane woke in a dimly lit room, it was so stifling hot.  The windows were tightly closed with no window latches.  It looked like they had been newly installed as they were covered in tape only letting the outside light through. The room was bare except for the bed she was in. Blinking she realized she couldn’t move her arms or legs.  She tried to speak but only a slurred grunt came through her locked jaw.  Jane squeezed her eyes shut willing her mouth and body to move.  All she could do was stare with terror stricken eyes silently screaming Help!

Suddenly Victor appeared right next to her.  ‘You silly girl didn’t your mother ever teach you not to talk to strangers? Ha ha ha! you Aussie girls are such whores‘ he spat out with an evil grin pulling the sheets exposing her naked body.

It was only at that moment Jane realized she was naked.  Again she tried to scream but nothing came out, only a slurred murmur. A feeling of absolute terror enveloped her.

Victor stripped off his shorts and jumped onto the bed, hovering an inch from her face. ‘You stupid girls think Aussie men are better don’t you? You all prance around the beach like you own it.

You stupid bitch. I will show you what you are good for!

Victor pinned her arms down and commenced a violent sexual assault. All Jane could see was his hideous face and hear a ridiculously girlish laugh escaping from a putrid garlic soaked mouth. He was speaking in deep guttural tones of a foreign language.

He thumped into her over and over again. Waves of pain consumed her as she cried for him to stop. Jane wasn’t sure how many hours passed, maybe it was minutes but to her, it felt like hours.

Victor pushed Jane’s body into every position.  Mostly he twisted her onto her stomach pressing her head down hard against the mattress as he slammed her fragile frame. She sometimes felt she would suffocate from the force of his hand on the back of her head. His frenzied sexual assault continued until the sun went down.

At one point, Jane thought surely she would die.  Thoughts ran through her mind. He would eventually kill her. She didn’t know how to escape. Images of her family flashed through Jane’s mind. This is what every parent lost sleep over.  Worrying that every time their young daughter went out, she was at risk of being abducted and raped, worse, murdered.  She would be tomorrow’s news story.  Young girl’s body found dumped in warehouse bin, raped and murdered.

Jane must have passed out.  She woke and could only hear loud snoring.  Next to her lying across her arm and legs was her abductor.  She tried to move.  Her legs tingled as she felt the blood rushing them back to life.  Every time she tried to move, Victor grunted and grabbed her closer, pinning her down with his weight.  The dryness in her mouth made her gag. She desperately needed water and to go to the toilet.  More than anything she wanted to scream for help.  She could see every window in the room was jammed shut. She had no idea if anyone was close enough to the house to hear her if she tried to scream. What to do, she didn’t dare wake him.  Slowly she started to move her arm out from under his shoulder.  Inch by inch she moved but each time he made a noise.  Jane’s heart was pounding against her ribcage, she felt sure he could hear it’s cacophonous booming.

Slowly she started to move her arm out from under his shoulder.  Inch by inch she moved and each time he made a noise. Jane’s heart was pounding like a steam train, she felt sure he could hear it, she was drenched in sweat but determined to escape….

Book chapter draft was written by Wendy Norman

Check this link to another chapter draft I wrote though not the following https://seafarrwide.com/2015/10/26/fearless/

4 Comments »

  1. “…. pounding like a steam train..” ? Is that what we call a mixaphor? Oh Wendy, it is so easy to be critical, or to want to act as a sub-editor. Not what I intend. You have built the tension. Now I can’t wait to hear Jane is safely away and Victor is serving time at HM’s pleasure 😉

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  2. Looks like you have the start of a fascinating story but very worrying knowing it’s true.There is a problem with what you’ve presented as your excerpt Wendy and that is it repeats itself twice.
    Jane wasn’t sure how many hours passed, maybe it was minutes but to her it felt like days.
    And, She could see every window in the room was jammed shut and had no idea if anyone was close enough to the house to hear her if she tried to scream. What to do, she didn’t dare wake him. Slowly she started to move her arm out from under his shoulder. Inch by inch she moved but each time he made a noise. Jane’s heart was pounding like a steam train, she felt sure he could hear……
    It’s a bit distracting having them twice so it would be much better if you corrected it.
    xxx Huge Hugs xxx

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