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258It was morning. She didn%u2019t know until she turned on the television. Wednesday, 9.30. Good. Her breakfast sat on a tray on a table close to the bed. He had been in and left it there while she had slept; Cornflakes, milk, sugar, orange juice and a plastic spoon. Did it mean he%u2019d left to go to work? Most people worked nine to five if they were not factory workers, or if they were in some other working-class job. She knew that.She left the room, felt her way through to the stairs, and climbed them. The door wouldn%u2019t open and there appeared to be no key hole. In fact, it didn%u2019t budge a millimetre when she pushed and pulled it.She thought about it. The only way she could pass through this door was when he, Frank, was down here. There was no way of locking or unlocking it from this side. She must overpower him or lead him to such distraction so that could run up the stairs, through the doors, and out onto the street. There was no other way.She returned to her room to eat her breakfast and watch T.V. She knew she needed to see more of the dungeon. There was no doubt there will be things in there that could hurt and kill.She pulled her nightdress off and looked at her breasts and ran her fingers over the scars. These and the ones on her arse will be with her until the end of life. One day, she will feel them and know what it took to be free, she swore to herself.She was watching the six o%u2019clock news when the door opened. Frank stood there looking at her. %u201cWhat would you like for supper?%u201dShe turned off the television and sat the other way on the bed.%u201cWhen will we have sex again?%u201d%u201cI can%u2019t have sex without hurting you and I had some remorse about what I did. So, for the meanwhile, I went one night with a prostitute. I hurt her very badly and fucked her she suffered. It was to spare you.%u201dThe Girl Who Cried Rape