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257She shook her head, and he got up and left.How was she to escape, she thought? She ate the food, got out of bed and tried the door. It opened. The dungeon was pitch black and she could feel no light switch. She felt her way through until she found stairs and climbed them to listen at the door but could hear no sound. She went back to her room and closed the door.She turned on the T.V.He must go out to work but at what time and was it every day? She knew she could do nothing that night, but would need to gain more knowledge first. The News came on and she was stunned to see her face on the screen with the words, %u2018Missing%u2019 under it. She turned up the volume.They were looking for her, appealing for anyone who might have seen her. Was it good news or bad? If he became concerned, would he not kill her and get rid of her body?Fuck!Had they been seen in Pratts?She had spent a lot of time bending over and showing her arse. Someone would have noticed. She had to think of two plans%u2014one to escape, the other to kill him if he gave indication of a decision to kill her. She should also try to make it so he always wanted her. She must use sex to satisfy him. Make herself indispensably desirable and yet his desire lay in the realm of sadism.Pain or death? Or escape and punishment if she failed? How did she end up this way? A bloody short skirt and a horror film, and now she is in a period of real horror. Yes, she was out to commit murder that day. Had she not stayed her hand due to his deceptive kindness. Life is unfair, she thought.The Girl Who Cried Rape