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I cowered fearfully behind the old dusty sofa, trembling like a minute mouse. The bitter tears stunk my tired eyes as I silently prayed not to be looked upon. The room was dark and lit only by a small dusty window that appeared not to have been open in many decades. The light from the gas lamp poured through the dusty, stained glass leaving a small light patch in the middle of the black carpet. It was silent. The only sound to be heard was a small rat hastily scurrying across the skirting board, to disappear down a hole in the wooden floorboards. I strained to hear the pitter-patter of small paws against wood, however my only furry companion had abandoned me in my time of need. The sound of heavy footsteps making there way slowly up the grand staircase echoed round the house. I winced painfully as my aching back brushed up against the hard wall behind me. I could still feel the wooden cane against my spine an hour on from the brutal attack, ripping against my skin. My hands trembled violently as I stroked my tattered skirts in an attempt to soothe myself and try to relief myself from the growing, almost paralysing, fear. My nostrils tingled as my nose was filled with the musty smell of century old furniture. Dust filled the air and filled my mouth like fog, rendering me finding it difficult to breathe. Lose strands of straggly brunette hair hung in my face as it slowly fell from my hair bobble. He didn't care. He didn't think of the pain he was putting me through. He didn't think of me as an equal. I was just an immature teenage girl, constantly getting in his way. Now he would take revenge on me like he took revenge on my poor mother. He was the predator and I was the prey. He had an intense hunger for bloodshed. He would kill again. The grandfather clock bellowed twelve o'clock from the hall downstairs. I had been taking refuge behind the old, broken sofa for 2 lingering hours, nursing my battered body and suffocating on the lack of air silently. The icy tears left a trail down my pale cheeks and landed hard and cold on the grimy floorboards. I was panting heavily, tender sides heaving agonizingly. The heavy footfalls were right outside the large oak door and the brass handle slowly twisted. I cradled my wounded body in my bruised arms trying to make it all better. I quietly wished for everything to be back to normal. To be sat on the bank side with mother and enjoying the simple pleasures of the Yorkshire Dales without a care in the world. My trail of thoughts was rudely interrupted by the loud creaking of the old door as it was rammed open. He gradually strolled into the cramped room, polished shoes making only the slightest creak as he strolled across the room towards the old abandoned sofa, nestled in a shadowy corner of the room. My heart was practically in my mouth as footsteps came to an abrupt halt. He had found me. I stayed frozen, slumped fearfully against the wall, heart pounding in my ear. My instinct told me to run towards the nearest possible exit. I managed to push this almost tempting urge aside and come back round to reality. There was no escape. This was it. The sofa was roughly dragged away from the corner revealing me squatting timidly in the dusty corner. He grinned smugly as he looked upon the fifteen year old at his feet, exposed and sprawled injured in the small space. He felt no pity tugging at his heartstrings as I whimpered pathetically. He felt no tears brimming his wicked, cold eyes as he looked upon my violated body. He felt nothing. I was a piece of scum, only equal to the muck on the bottom of his boot. In his eyes I deserved to die a horrible death. He grabbed hold of me by my throat, large, grubby hands constricting my windpipe. My immediate reaction was a half startled, half choked gasp as I was lifted up against the wall. His cruel eyes glared into mine, making me feel queasy and sick with terror and self-pity. I sobbed painfully as he spoke to me through bared teeth, cursing and threatening me, treating me like some filthy mongrel picked off of the street. The hands grasped my throat harder and the dark room began to spin, leaving me dazed and confused. Grubby nails pressed against my skin leaving me marked and bleeding. My scarred back throbbed as I was brought down from being pinned against the wall and thrown to the hard floor. I pleaded embarrassingly, begging for my life. A smirk crawled across his mucky face as he kicked me with a leather boot. I gave out a pained yelp as the end of his foot caught one of my lower ribs, sending a surge of excruciating pain through every nerve in my body. He collected the heavy cane in his hand and lifted it to meet the low ceiling. I had completely given up by now. There was no point fighting back, he was too strong. A hefty foot slammed down my back, leaving me in place on the floor, an easy target. I lay on my stomach, hoping he would hurry, as I could no longer stand the pain. He chuckled pitilessly and bid me a final and chilling farewell. The words rang in my ears as he brought the cane down to meet my body. There was a sudden thwack! Darkness closed in around me and filled my mouth, choking me. I was drowned deep within the shadows. The pain was immediately numbed and I found myself falling deeper and deeper into dark everlasting tunnel, never to return to the troubled world again. THE END