Like a helpless animal, she whimpered, tugging at the heavy chains in a desperate attempt to ease the aching pain in her ankle. The heat was unbearable. The loose-fitting t-shirt that drowned his thin frame was drenched in sweat. On the wall in front of her was a collage of photos of her walking to college, out with friends, close-up photos of her watching television, and in the center a photo taken next to her bed of her sleeping. The first few times she saw the photo in the center made her feel physically sick. Even a glance would have made her jump. The thought of her sound asleep while a man at close range peers at her and takes photos sends a shiver down her spine. He had clearly been following her for months. The wall behind her was blank at first, but she began to count. Over 7,000 lines made from a chalk-like stone filled the wall with very little space left. Her bed consisted of a pillow and a blanket, but the pillow was always damp from the flood of tears and the blanket left a urine smell that made her stomach turn when she didn't have the energy to go to the bucket in the bathroom. 'corner, which was also that. it was just emptied to overflowing, leaving a horrible smell in the already sauna-like “bedroom.” There was a dim light bulb hanging from the ceiling, flickering every few seconds with a family of flies circling above it. The light went out. The room filled with darkness and she slowly reached the wall with a stone in her hand and with all her effort added another line. The stone fell from her hand and she rested her head on the pillow in an attempt to fall asleep. He opened his eyes. To his left was a tray. A bowl of porridge, a glass of water and a slice of stale bread. The plastic... in the center of the paper... an elderly woman standing on the other side, shouted at the woman for help, but the woman did the same. They both desperately needed help. They both hit their clenched fists at the glass door at the same time, but it didn't break. Within seconds a tall, dark shadow appeared outside. The moon escaped from a dark cloud and his face was visible. It was him. She began a series of screams to let the older woman outside know that the man was behind her. The older woman didn't move but continued screaming as well. Mirroring each other, they both slam the door one last time and then stop. Looking into each other's eyes, the woman inside raises her hand towards the glass, while the older woman does the same. Their hands meet at the sides of the glass. expressionless. One last tear rolls down their cheeks. The woman inside feels a deep breath on the back of her neck.