You have to try, right?

You know with his power the only way you are stopping him is with a bullet, and you don’t have a gun. “If he is a crazy serial killer he must have one, right?” But how to get in the house. Plus with the broken box in the garage he will know you are free instantly. Plus the second you see his face it’s over he owns you. “Ugh, thinking like that gets me nowhere.” Reaching down you pick up a stiletto heel and go around the house to find a window to break into.

A few minutes later you carefully climb down into the dark basement after clearing all the broken glass from the small window. Fumbling around you make out a doorway and feel around for a light switch, success. The room lights up and your mouth opens in shock as you see a torture chamber with a wall of photos of previous victims. “So many.” You say with a gasp. The terrible devices and tools all look able to kill or maim, but not if he is controlling you. Yet as you look at all the photos you are almost sure that something in you has fundamentally changed, a truth that has set you free.

Just then you hear his car pull into the drive and the engine cut out.