HER SHAKEN SELF

Mattie's fragile form can be seen bound to a chair, her wrists and ankles restrained by coarse ropes. 

A tattered blindfold stopped her vision, plunging her into an inky blackness that seemed to suffocate her. 

She kicked and squirmed, her muffled cries echoing off the cold, damp walls of the dark room.

"Anyone there! Someone save me!" she screamed, her voice hoarse from shouting. But her pleas fell on deaf ears. 

The only response was the oppressive silence, punctuated by the faint sound of scurrying rodents.

"Please, my dad! Will pay whatever money you need! Just don't hurt me!" she cried out.

Suddenly, a faint rustling noise caught her attention. Mattie's ears perked up, her heart racing with fear.

The sound grew louder, and she could sense the sound crawling on the ground, it was the sound of an iron.

As the noise drew closer, Mattie's anxiety spiked. She strained against her restraints, her fingers trembling with fear.