Kidnapped: Sabrina's Story -- Chapter 3 -- Fresh Air

It had been a month.

One long, dreadful month.

But to poor Sabrina it had only been hours, hours until her rescue.

Something that would never come, she was sure. She had decided that she'd take it into her own hands.

She was pale, due to the lack of sunlight in the windowless room. She had done everything she could to keep herself from going crazy. She imagined the conversations she'd have with the police when they came-- no, if they came. Which they wouldn't.

Almost every day she had suffered unbearable abuse from her captor, scratching her face or pulling her hair. He was a heavy alcoholic and he had once beat her with a broken beer bottle.

"You can die in hell, you good for nothing SLUT!" The man had screamed. He had bound her hands above her head with a rope and stabbed her with the sharp edges of the broken beer bottle multiple times, pulling it down her back.

Every time she went to sleep, Sabrina cried herself to sleep. When will this all be over? When will I die?

But her prayers of death were never answered and neither were her prayers for freedom. She had nightmares of her parents, talking to her. But they were always too far out of her reach for her to hear.

So she began to plot. She listened closely at whenever he left to the bar or for work. She fiddled with the old door. One day, it creaked open. But that day, her captor was home. She was nearly killed, even though she cried and screamed that she didn't open it.

He never bothered to fix the door.

But she would never forget that day, because for a split second she had a glimpse of the outside world, and never had she ever appreciated it as much as that moment.

That night she cried herself to sleep not only of sadness and fear, but for the slight happiness of the beauty that was outside of the room she was confined in.

Every long day she'd learn to appreciate something new, whether it was the one meal that she got once a day, which she scarfed down eagerly, or the freezing cold water she could drink from the bathtub.

It was one day she heard Robbie leave that she opened the door. She had seen the light of day again!

The girl who had not seen the light of day for what felt like years ran outside. She was free, free! Now her next step was to find some help--

Sabrina tripped over her own feet. She had not exercised since she had gotten kidnapped. In fact, she hadn't moved her body to do anything. The only things she had done was get up to go to the bathroom or bathe, and then cry on her bed again, or be abused by Robbie, her captor. She lie on the concrete, her nose bleeding, until she heard a car coming. She scrambled to get up and using what little strength she had, she managed to get back into her room and lock the door. I'll would have to escape another time...

She ran into her room and just in time as Robbie and a beautiful blonde woman got out of the car and made their way into the home.

"So, Robbie, baby," The blonde said, "Have you heard about the murder of the Myer family? They stopped looking for the daughter, they determined that she was dead."

Robbie let out a quick, undetectable sigh of relief. They wouldn't look for her. At the same time, Sabrina let out an audible, terrified gasp. I'm dead to the world. I'm dead. Nobody will find me. Nobody will look for me. I'm dead to the world. I can't be!

"What was that?" The blonde asked, looking around rather terrified. "Robbie, baby, I swear, this house is haunted sometimes..."

"It's not, Chanda." Robbie reassured her, his voice nervous.

Sabrina's thoughts were running wild as she fell down on the floor. 

"Robbie, someone's here! I gotta go, baby, I'm scared." Chanda, the woman's name, said. She picked up her navy blue purse and blew a kiss.

"Bye, baby! I love you! Get a new house!" She ran outside after. 

"Wait, no!" Sabrina cried out, moments too late. "Help me! I'm not dead, I'm trapped here! Please help! PLEASE!"

The door opened and for a moment Sabrina felt relief, until, instead of the beautiful blonde she saw Robbie. Her eyes filled with fear and dread. No...

He was holding a gun -- Sabrina didn't notice it was a stun gun -- and he pointed it at her. She squeezed her eyes shut. This is it... it's finally over!

He shot.