Torture – a flash fiction piece.

With her eyes covered and her hands bound Ashley struggled to make sense of her new world. By the rocking of the wooden chair she was tied to it sounded; by the echo, as though it were a large or empty space. She had awoken to the sound of footsteps receding and a metal door being closed and locked but they had not returned since, however long that had been. That was the worst thing. Ashley was never late.






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