Serial Killer
Alicia walked into the kitchen and began to rummage around. There was a church key can opener, in addition to a manual crank can opener. The cooking utensils consisted of two wooden spoons and a plastic spatula. All the eating utensils were disposable plastic.
There were cans of food, and a lid would be sharp enough to cut with. Though can lid edges are very sharp, and it would take several days of cutting away at her restraint. If she cut herself at any time it would be over for her.
She looked at the simple saucepan and aluminum skillet, neither heavy enough to hurt anyone you hit with them.
She rolled her eyes and leaned her head back. She took in a deep breath and let out a large sigh, it was as if he’d thought of everything. She looked at the door. “But not everything.”, she said aloud.
For the first time since he started unlocking it, she opened the door and walked outside.
The sun felt good on her face, she closed her eyes and drank it in for a moment. Shielding her eyes with her hand she sat down in the shade of the umbrella. The door had to remain open for her chain.
The vast amount of nothingness left her a little disheartened. She could see far in the distance a barbed wire fence. There was wild grass grown up about half way to the top of it. She could see the dirt tire grooves lead from the trailer to a dirt road. She could see the road from where she was, but it might as well be on another planet. She could wait and see if anyone ever drove by, and maybe try to attract their attention.