Torment of the Soul

Pale, hollow eyes stare at the ceiling....watching, waiting...'he will save me, he will save me.' The straps are tight, gripping skin, flesh, bone...'my soul is trapped, he will save me.' Jerking makes the bed springs creak...creak, creak...'why won't he come, why won't he save me...now...' Fear starts it's lethal grip, like a creeping marauder, seeking out the prized treasure hidden within. The panic is overwhelming, building like a volcano, higher and higher it bubbles and boils....closer and closer to the edge...reaching the throat, it escapes into a blood curdling scream..."JACK!!" Stella closes her eyes and collapses.