Chapter 6



At first, she could not take in that she was unrestrained and alone, and she remained in her kneeling spread for a few moments. Then the relief washed over her, quickly followed by a surge of emotion that she had survived. She started to remove the myriad of clothes pegs from her body, which prompted howls of pain as the blood supply flooded back to each area. Eventually she was free and became aware of her own stink. Checking the bedroom, she found a second door which led to a large marble bathroom. Cleaning herself up was, however, second on her list of priorities. More than anything, she needed to escape. Far from not absorbing Greg’s plans for her, she was only too aware of what the next day might bring and knew she had to find a way out of this hell-hole.



She exited to the main bedroom again and tried the window. It was locked securely and was a double glazed unit which looked as if it would be hard to break. The dungeon, she already knew, had no windows at all, so she returned to the bathroom. Here, she was pleased to find, the window was a single glazed unit though the frosted glass meant she could not tell what was below. She perused the room for anything with which she could break the glass, her eyes resting on the heavy bathroom scales. Elated, she rushed back into the dungeon and rifled the drawers until she found several lengths of rope and a long, strong chain. She knotted the ropes together and tied them around the metal claw-foot of the bath, then tied the other end through the first link of chain.



Realising that the breaking glass would almost certainly alert Greg, she pushed a chair and a chest of drawers in front of the bedroom door to delay his getting to her.

Ready at last, she hefted the scales at the bathroom window with all her might. The crash seemed deafening but the pane shattered outwards leaving a large hole. Hurriedly she pushed out the rest of the glass and threw the chain out. Climbing over the sill, she wished she wasn’t naked but comforted herself that no-one would have any trouble believing she had been raped, from the words scrawled all over her. She slid down the chain, the metal burning her skin as she slithered down it. Finally at the bottom, she ran around the house, exulted at finding no heavy gate to scale.



It was about seven in the morning she guessed; dawn had long since broken but there was little traffic noise in the distance which suggested the working world had not yet departed. Nevertheless she hoped the occupants of the nearest house would be up but still at home. In her nakedness, she scurried across Greg’s front lawn towards the farmhouse some 200 yards further up across the road.



From his window, Greg watched, unperturbed. He had no fear that police would discover anything if they came to his house. At the same time that she reached the farmhouse door, he turned away from the window.



Her frantic battering at the door brought a quick response. A slight, wiry woman of about thirty opened the door and appeared shocked at the sight of the naked, graffiti’ed, bedraggled and pungent girl who stumbled across the threshold babbling incoherently about being raped by a beast and begging her to call the police.



The woman helped her to a chair and brought her a glass of water and a dressing gown to cover herself with. Finally safe, she gave rein to her emotions and sobbed as she relived the details of her ordeal to the silent woman, who kept glancing at the door nervously. Suddenly becoming aware of her hostess discomfort she looked around at the kitchen door. Heavy approaching footsteps brought a fresh wave of fear….Greg? Had he come to recover his property’? The thin woman visibly cowered and stuttered…

M…my husband. He doesn’t like visitors disturbing us.”

Just then the door flew open and a man’s voice answered

On the contrary dear. I adore having an unexpected guest. I expect she’s come to see around our farmyard. Shall we show her, dear?”



It was Vince.