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Author’s Note
Thank you…
You Can Help!
God Can Help!
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Jane Doe
Lillian Duncan
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.
Jane Doe
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Dedication
This and all I do is for God's glory.
To Ronny, for all your love and support.
A special shout out to Kathy (Brazee) Thompson, Triway Class of 1973!
What People are Saying
Trapped
Tense, gripping, challenging. and redemptive.
~Jennifer from CarpeDiem
You certainly want to read this book in the daytime, with the doors locked and your phone close by.
Betti Mace, Betti Mace Book Reviews
Trapped by Lillian Duncan is a phenomenal work of romantic suspense. This is the first book that I have read by this author but I have read many books in this genre and I was interested in the premise of this book. I am in awe of the author’s ability to create terrifying situations that seem way too real.
~Michelle Castaneda, Reviewer, Livin’ Lit:
Reading the first few pages of this book made me want to run and hide.
~Deana Dick, reviewer, Texas Book-aholic
This is a book that will grab you from the first page, and when you’re a few pages in you begin to think that the story is almost over, but no! . . .I will be looking for more books by this author.
~Maureen Timerman, Maureen’s Musings
1
“Wakey. Wakey. Little Suzie.” His sing-song voice penetrated the drug-induced blur that was her normal these days.
“Not…my… name.” Raven. Her name was Raven Lynn Marks. It was getting harder and harder to remember anything about her life before the monster, but she didn’t want to forget her name. Raven. Her name was Raven. That was all she had left.
The monster had taken everything else from her.
Her life. Her family. Her friends. She refused to let him take her name. As she ran her fingers through her long, black, stringy hair, the weight of the chain around her wrist chafed. She looked up at him. “Leave…me…alone.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Little Suzie? But you don’t tell me what to do.” A moment later he poked her with the electric cattle prod.
The electrical current traveled throughout her body causing her to jerk and tremble. Her mind tried to block out the excruciating pain. It failed. She screamed.
He chuckled. “That’s more like it. You thought you were so strong but look at you now.” He waved the wand toward her as if performing a magic trick. Deliberate. Slow. Taunting her.
No doubt he wanted to savor her fear. She wished she were strong enough to hide it since he so enjoyed causing it, but that time had passed long ago. “Just kill me.”
The cattle prod stopped moving toward her. His face was hidden as always by the ski mask, but she could still see his eyes and his mouth. His gaze was intent as if she were a bug specimen in science class. “Really? Is that really what you want? To die?”
“Yes, that’s really what I want. Please just kill me. I can’t do this anymore. I want to die. Isn’t that what will happen anyway? Sooner or later. Please make it sooner. Show me a little mercy. Please.”
The black ski mask moved as his lips curled into a smile. Cruel, but still a smile. “Wow! What a rush to have that kind of power. I guess that makes me god.” He laughed. “At least, your god, Suzie Q.” Without warning, he poked her with his cattle prod once again.
More voltage this time.
Her body jerked on its own accord. She couldn’t control the tremors. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Slobber drooled from her mouth. Her limbs twitched—and kept twitching. “Please, God, let me die.” She wasn’t sure if she said the words out loud or merely thought them. When the tremors stopped, Raven stared up at her captor.
He stood there watching her.
She’d never seen the monster’s face—only his eyes. Cold. Not true. They weren’t cold, but full of hate. What had she done to deserve that kind of hate? Why was she here? The fact that she hadn’t seen his face used to give her hope that he might free her. Someday. But that hope was dwindling fast. She was pretty sure she’d die here. Alone. And in pain. Nobody would ever know what happened to her. Her poor sister. What was she thinking? Was she still looking for her? Or had they forgotten her? Raven knew the answer—her sister would never give up looking for her.
The monster knelt down beside her.
If she could pull off that mask. See the monster’s face. That would be a victory. She wanted to see his face. Her hand moved up a few inches, but the fear won. Her hand fell back on the dirty cement floor.
“Why are you here?” No longer her tormentor. Now he was the teacher and she was the student.
They’d been through this before—many times. She knew the answers he wanted—what she was supposed to say, but she still had a little defiance left in her. Summoning her energy, she glared at him. “Because you’re a monster.”
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Cattle prod.
He asked again. His voice calm but it was the calm before the storm. “I asked, why are you here?”
She looked at the cattle prod in his hand. The defiance was gone. She gave the answer he wanted to hear. “Because I’m a self-centered, celebrity-seeking narcissist.”
“Much better, Suzie Q.”
She glared. “That’s not my name.”
Cattle prod.
“Your name is whatever I say it is, and I say it’s Suzie Q. Today. Tomorrow it might be something else. Because it’s whatever I say. Because I am your god. I decide if you live or die. Or even eat.”
Cattle prod.
“What’s your name?”
She didn’t answer.
“I asked you a question.” The cattle prod moved closer.
“Suzie.”
“Much better.” She could see his grin through the hole in the ski mask. “And who am I?”
She summoned her courage and met his gaze. “A monster.”
Cattle prod.
“I don’t know why you make me do this to you. You do know it’s all your fault. I’m a patriot. I’m not a cruel person. I love America and people like you are trying to ruin it. Not just for me but for everyone in this wonderful country. I can’t let you do that. Now who am I?”
She didn’t understand why he felt the need to justify what he was doing to her. There was no justification in the world for what he was doing to her. All she understood was that she didn’t want any more pain, so she gave him the answer he wanted. “A patriot who loves America.”
“Much better. Who are you?”
“A self-centered, celebrity-seeking narcissist.”
“I’m glad we understand each other. Remember this is not my fault. It’s your fault.”
Cattle prod. And again and again.
She screamed and begged him to kill her until her world went black.
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Raven regained consciousness but didn’t open her eyes. Instead she listened. Was the monster still here? Was he standing above her? Staring down at her? Waiting for her to wake up so he could induce even more pain. Or had he left?
Sometimes he left for days.
She prayed for those days—even though it meant no food. It also meant no pain. Other days, he might visit two, three or even four times. This had been one of those days. She thought it had been a three-visit day. So far. When she decided she was alone she opened her eyes.
He was gone but nothing else had changed. She still had a thick chain wrapped around her left ankle and another around her right wrist. She was sprawled out on a slightly damp concrete floor. In the corner of her prison, her captor had tossed some straw or hay—she wasn’t sure which—he said for her comfort.
Yeah, some comfort. She looked at the two aluminum dog bowls. Dog bowls. That’s what her life had been reduced to. Eating and drinking from dog bowls. Had he filled them while she was unconscious? Some days he did and some days he didn’t. When he filled them that usually meant he might not be around for a while. She’d learned to eat sparingly or risk hunger for many days.
Summoning her energy, she crawled over to the bowls.
They were empty.
Her eyes filled with tears.
He would be back. Soon.
So hungry. So thirsty. She sat by the empty bowls sobbing. After a time, she used her dirty shirt to wipe her nose, and then looked around her prison.
The room had only one small window that was half-caked in dirt, so she was always in semi-darkness even during the daytime. The floor was cement, and the walls were wooden. Her chains were connected to screws in the floor but had cement covering them. She’d tried to dislodge them many times. She’d finally given up trying. She assumed she was in a barn, not just because of the straw but the smell. The place definitely smelled like a barnyard.
She had no idea how long it had been since she’d breathed fresh air without the stench. The truth was she wasn’t exactly sure how she’d even gotten to her prison because of the drugs. She didn’t know what kind of drugs he used, but they made her confused. She forgot things. Important things.
But not her name. Raven Lynn Marks. It felt like a victory. No matter how often he called her that stupid name, he couldn’t make her forget her real name. And he couldn’t make her forget that somewhere, people worried about her, prayed for her, and loved her.
She wondered if anyone loved the monster. She couldn’t imagine that was even possible. He seemed to have lost every shred of humanity. But he must have some sort of life outside of her prison.
She just couldn’t imagine what it might be.
Raven touched the empty dog bowls. She had no doubt he was drugging her food or water. But that was OK with her. It made the time go by faster when she slept. It wasn’t like she had a choice anyway. He fed her so little that she had to eat what he gave her—even if it was drugged.
Sleep was good but remembering was better. She needed to remember things. Important things not just her name. How had she gotten here? She tried to focus. She’d tried to remember day after day but couldn’t. It was as if her mind was a chalkboard that had been completely erased. She could remember her life. Her family. Her job. Her little apartment. But she couldn’t remember how she got here.
What she did remember was waking up in this prison and not being allowed to leave it. No matter how often she’d begged the monster to let her outside even for a few minutes, he refused.
This room was the only room. He kept that door shut and her chains weren’t long enough to reach the door anyway. The door—her way to freedom. It probably wasn’t even locked. If she could get the chains off, she might be able to just walk out and go home.
Tears filled her eyes.
Home. Her sister. Her nieces. Marnie and her other friends. What did they think happened to her? Were they still looking for her? Or had they given up? She closed her eyes willing the thoughts to go away. It was too painful to think about her past life. It was gone. This was her life now. She opened her eyes. Her gaze moved around her new life—her prison. Her chains only let her move around in this one area.
Her approximation was that the room was about five feet by eight feet. Her captor’s chains gave her enough leeway to walk about half the length and width of the room. But not quite long enough to reach the door.
The door. It seemed magical to her. If only she could get to the door, she might have a chance. Tears streamed down her cheeks. But she didn’t have a chance.
The monster had all the power.
Still she did her best to stay in shape by walking and running in place and even calisthenics when she was feeling strong enough. After all, she needed to keep up her strength—just in case she ever got an opportunity to escape.
It hadn’t happened yet—but that didn’t mean it couldn’t—wouldn’t happen. She prayed and prayed for it to happen but no answer came from God. Maybe someday. Maybe even today. Unfortunately, if it happened today, she wasn’t sure it would make a difference.
The last session had been difficult. Maybe the worst since she’d been here. She couldn’t survive many more like that. She knew she should get up—to move, but there was too much pain. And what would be the point?
The truth was she really didn’t care anymore. She hadn’t been lying when she’d told the monster to kill her. She’d meant every word. She couldn’t do this any longer. “Please, God. I’m sorry I’m not strong enough. I don’t know how Jesus did it. Don’t let him hurt me again. Please. Just let me die.”
The dampness of the floor soaked into her clothes. The stench of the barn surrounded her. Her gaze moved to the corner with the straw. Should move there…might be more comfortable…but she didn’t have the energy to even try.
The darkness of her dreams came once again.
Sometime later, she heard a noise and then felt a kick in her side. She sucked in her breath with the pain. The monster was back. She opened her eyes. A new day? He stood above staring down at he
r. “So you’re finally up. I guess I know where the Lazy Susan got its name.”
“My name…not Suzie.”
Another kick.
Pain radiated throughout her body.
“It’s whatever I want it to be. And I say it’s Suzie Q.”
Raven. My name’s Raven. She wanted to protest but what would be the point? Instead she closed her eyes and waited.
“Open your eyes.”
She did as she was told.
“You really are disgusting, you know that, Suzie?” A slight kick again. “I mean, really? Don’t you have any pride in yourself? You’re filthy. And this place smells horrible. I think it’s time for a good spring cleaning, don’t you?”
Was it spring? Did that mean she’d been here for a year? Was that even possible? To live this way for that long. Would she be here next year in the spring? And the next? Please help me, God. Please help me.
He walked out of the room but a moment later came in holding a bucket with a scrub brush in one hand and three-gallon jugs of bleach in the other. “Clean this place up. I’ll take out the straw. If you do a good job, I might even let you take a bath. Wouldn’t you like that?”
She nodded but didn’t move.
After he gathered up the straw, he kicked her again for good measure. “What are you waiting for? I said clean this mess up.”
“I need my hands. Both of them.” She held up her chained wrist.
“I suppose you do.” He knelt down and unlocked the padlock.
The chain slipped away. It felt wonderful not to have that heavy thing on. This was the first time he’d unchained her since she’d been here. Maybe this really would be the day? “How about my leg? I can’t reach the other part of the room.”
“I suppose you can’t but that’s not happening, Suzie Q. Clean the areas you can reach and then I’ll think about unchaining you. Later.”
Raven nodded. She picked up one of the bleach containers and poured some in the corner, then moved the bucket closer. It was half-filled with water. She got down on her hands and knees. Using the scrub brush, she did as she was told. The bleach fumes burned her nose and throat.
Her mind wandered. Would he unchain her to let her finish the other side of the room? If he did, could she find a way to get away from the monster? She would. God was with her. With God, all things were possible.
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