She could hardly see through the dark. The silence that stuck to the moss-strewn walls around her was unnerving. The place reminded her of many things she didn't wish to recall at the moment. But the memories appeared too fresh in her mind. She could still feel his breath on the nape of her neck, ready to raise the chair again, only to bring it down on her back.
Her father although dead was still alive in such moments, at least in her head. She knew that he wasn't there to beat her up or lock her in his trunk again. Yet, her labored breathing said otherwise, as if waiting for the phantom of the man to appear and shove her into a cramped space again.
"Five minutes more!" The guard called out from afar.
