The soft hooting of the owls echoed in the moonlight. My eyes opened, my head was aching. It was dark, so dark my eyes had to adjust to the moonlight. My wrists were sore and raw from the rope wrapped around them. I had a cramp in my calf. I cried silently. I couldn’t cry for help, my throat was dry. I sat there listening intently to the tics of the clock. I hated that clock. I fell into a dream.

In my dream I was sitting in a room filled with clocks. The hands in all of them were spinning rapidly, and then they caught fire. A salty tear hitting my lip woke me up, it burned, and my lips were chapped. All I could think was “Why did he do this to me, how? Why?” Piercing pain was all I felt every minute of the two hours I was sitting there. I wanted to die and my prayer was soon answered.

I saw the glow of two yellow eyes out the window. They were beautiful. I heard the crunching of the dry leaves sneaking its way toward the open window. I was the prey for the night. I wanted to die, I thought to myself. This was a blessing but then I remembered my husband. The man I married, he didn’t do this on purpose. He couldn’t have done this to me. He loves me but I couldn’t comprehend why I was here. I was paralyzed. I felt the pounce of a heavy beast on my body. The hot breath smelling my limp body up and down. It pulled me to the floor, I was not going to let this animal kill me, I came to life and bit its ear off, but it got me. I felt the sharp teeth go into my neck. My life faded away from me as I heard the crunching of the feet once again, run away. All I could think was “It wasn’t my husband that tied me up, he loves me, and he loves me”.