Chapter 117: Have Fun Sweetheart

Light spills from overhead, illuminating a small section of the dirt cellar. It doesn't help.

"Have fun, sweetheart," Jimmy says, dropping the door over the tiny opening and plunging me into total blackness.

"Help!" I scream.

Jumping as high as possible with my arms stretched out, I push on the door. It barely budges. My efforts allow a small streak of light to shine through the opening then nothing as the door drops again. "Shit."

I try a second time with no more success. My feet make contact with the dirt floor unevenly, and I'm forced to step forward. Wet, cold dirt smears over my fingers.

"Ewww." I hope it's only dirt.

Thoughts of screaming continue to float in and out of my mind, but it won't do any good. There's no one around to hear me but bad guys. Quickly, the silence settles around my feet like a thick fog as I do my best not to move. The adrenaline from my kidnapping and being thrown in a dirt hole fades as my imminent demise is no longer staring me in the face i