Snippet #1936330

It had been hours. The time was passing slowly too which caused Rebeccah and her sore body to feel like she was in absolute agony. And yet, no one had come back through the door. Not even once!

Even though she was scared, worried and more than a little confused; the O'Connor could feel her anger growing as the time ticked on. She had pulled the bandeau she wore from beneath the skin-tight lace shirt, hating that her black bra stood out underneath the white, and ripped it. The soft material was now bound around her hands to soak up the drying blood on her palms as she climbed onto the counter-like table and tried the windows. Rebeccah had grown sick of waiting for the thugs, as well as her family, and had decided to test this out.

She pulled at a loose board, tugging with most of her strength, but it barely budged. She tried again and again, feeling herself lose a little more hope each time she attempted and failed to break free. " Come.. On.." Beccah grunted, using most of her strength in trying to pry the lumber from the frame of the window it was nailed to. Ignoring the slivers she was most likely receiving, the teen gave another tug before finally kicking out at the boards.

" What type of idiotic kidnapper leaves their hostage alone for?!" She yelled as she jumped off the counter to the floor, wobbling quite a bit as she landed. " You're sick bast--!" Rebeccah called out, her face pale as she clamped her own hand to her mouth. She shouldn't finish that, she should have kept silent. Her eyes were wide as she stared at the door, suddenly hoping they left her here to rot. After all, if she was left here she'd only die of starvation or dehydration... Not being tortured and killed for her stupidity.

Make your captors, your only hope for food and water, angry. She thought, angrily berating herself. Smart move, idiot.