"No!" she said, "No, don't touch me! No, no, no no please, no!" she whimpered as she shifted her body to the back of the enclosure. She was locked in a small, concrete room, bound around her ankles to the floor with her legs spread open. The shackles spanned from both sides of the cement room she occupied. Her lower half was cold and aching from the cement, and the dampness was seeping into her bones.
    He said nothing as he walked closer. His smirk danced from side to side as the light he clicked on swung from the initial momentum.
    "I, I didn't do anything to you!" She said more loudly. "Please let me go, please!" He pulled the string to turn out the light, silencing her requests and attempts of inspiring remorse. He knew it was her attempt to manipulate his will and that she was evil, she was the one who hurt him.  He would wait until the world was asleep and the animals of the night wouldn't question the noise coming from the basement. Anticipation of the pain, the fun he would have with this young lady made him very excited. He stopped climbing the steps and turned to look at the battered, shadow of a person and said "They can't hear you." in a soft tone. "No one will hear you scream but me!"
    The young woman began to sob and plead with her captor, but he heard nothing. He turned around to walk up the stairs to the kitchen. A large smile danced across his face as walked up the creaking steps. He gently closed the solid oak door behind him which silenced the screams. He sat on his rocking chair, appeased by the rhythm, seeking solace in his future experiences. He knew that what he was doing was right, that God would grant him eternal peace, that his family would love him for what he was about to do.