Serial Killer
A week had passed, and Andy never wavered from his silent routine. Alicia had become more comfortable with his presence. She no longer cowered in fear every time he entered the trailer. She was less likely to run to the far corner when he neared.
Andy slept soundly at night in the reclining chair.
Alicia sometimes woke up in the middle of the night. She silently laid there listening to the light snoring of her captor. She thought many times of moving, but rattling of the chains always woke him.
So she would lay there in the pitch, black dark of the night and stared out at a sea of stars. The stars stretched out so infinitely, she felt so small looking out at them. She felt so hidden, like no one would ever find her. She felt so insignificant, was anyone even looking?
That evening Alicia grabbed her bowl of pasta off the table and retreated to bed out of reach and sight of her captor. After she had eaten some she asked, “Why is there no light in here for nighttime?”
He replied, “There is no light so no one can see us at night, we don’t stand out. It looks as if nothing is here.”
“Is anyone looking for me?” she asked.
“No one has reported you missing that I know of.” He pulled a cellphone out of his pocket and pulled up her social media account. He held it so she could see the recent postings. “I have kept up the appearance that nothing is wrong.”
Alicia felt a little sickened as she looked at the meme of a happy couple and inspirational quote overlay. It looked exactly like something she would post. She glanced up at the expressionless face of her captor, it was first time she noticed he had no eyebrows.