Helpless

'No onwer mark. Not registrated in any register.'

A hand slapped her face, and Margareth opened her eyes. she was laying on a cold concrete floor, hands tied behind her back. She didn't believe she was hallucinating anymore.

'I have so many questions to ask you.'

He stripped down his pants, and unbottoned his blouse.

'I'm gonna enjoy wvery minute of this.'

Suddenly she remembered his name.

'Harry, please. Its me, Margareth.'

He kicked her in the stomac, hard.

'I don't know how you know my name, but don't ever speak without permission again. You hear me?'

Margareth cried. What was happening? Why didn't he recognise her, his boss and neighbour?

'And what is that thing even?'

He picked up her cracked glasses from her nose and held it before his eyes.

'You must be half blind if you need this thing.'

She tried to stand up, but her limbs were heavy and her head was spinning. She needed to get out.

'Harry, please.'

He started kicking her until she blacked out.