Attack of the 250 Foot Woman
Chains in the Dark
Nancy’s arms felt numb, the kind of numb that made one’s limbs feel heavy and induced the pain of thousands of stinging needles randomly pricking the entire length of the arms. Her wrists were in the worst pain. It felt like massive claws clamped around them and threatened to chop off her hands. Her hands felt the heavy numbness as well, as if they had become swollen and giant. It wasn’t unusual for one arm and hand or even both her arms and hands to be asleep when waking up (usually her arms fell asleep when she laid in a particular way on her side or when her husband, Todd, ended up laying on one of her arms), but she was lying on her side; she wasn’t even lying down! She was in a seated position with her back against a smooth metal wall and with her arms raised above her head. Her arms were limp, but something around her wrists kept them from falling onto her lap or to her sides. Her eyes shot open, but the room was so dark that it was like she had kept her eyes closed. She looked up and could just barely make out the outlines of her hands. She shook her numb arms which sent a pulsating pain throughout the numb areas, but she didn’t care. She wanted to put her arms down and break free from what’s clamping her wrists. Her hands wiggled useless and limply above her. Try as she might, Nancy could not pull her arms down. She realized why when she heard the rattling of chains above her. It was iron cuffs around her wrists and thick linked chains connected to each cuff. Nancy assumed those chains were attached to the wall behind her in some fashion.
Chains? Oh God! I’ve been kidnapped! was the first thought that came to Nancy’s mind. Her heart thumped as fast as a frightened caged rabbit, mainly because that’s how she felt she was. She wrapped her hands around the chains attached to her cuffs and pulled with all her might, but the chains gave no sign of breaking. She continued to pull and groan as she lifted herself all the concrete floor slightly to put her full weight on the chains. She shook them and bounced her, but even as her groans turned into exasperated screaming, the chains stayed solid. She collapsed back on the floor and slammed her already aching back (aching from being against a metal surface while she slept) on the metal wall behind her.
Tears of not only panicking fear, but of desperation and hopelessness now, soaked her soft cheeks. With the chains so short, she couldn’t even bring her hands down to wipe her eyes (unless she stood up, but her body didn’t feel like standing up at that moment). The tears instead dripped down her chin and neck until she bowed her head and they started dripping down to the tip of her nose. Why would anyone want to kidnap me? she wondered. Nancy was just so plain and average. She remembered other teenagers used to call her “Plain Jane” on account that her middle name just so happed to be Jane. It didn’t help that she used to be quite pimply, shorter than the average student, very small breasted, and already had to wear bifocals at a very early age. It was no wonder she never went to the prom. She was smart and knew various forms of sciences and chemistry, but she nothing she knew could be used as a weapon. So, tourists kidnapping her to make some secret weapon or something wouldn’t be a plausible reason. She tried to think of any reason why someone would want to kidnap her.
Money! she realized. Why else would anybody kidnap someone unless it was for ransom? Nancy had inherited a large sum of cash from a rich uncle that never married and never had children of his own. So, he gave all his money to his only niece: Nancy. She had millions of dollars still and mainly only used that money to found her own research in beauty formulas. Her parents warned Nancy that receiving such a large sum of money could attract unwanted attention, but she thought if she continued to live the lifestyle of an average middle class American in a small Illinois town, who would suspect? Someone must have found out. Someone must want her money!
Her eyes adjusted slightly to the dark. When her eyes scanned her body (because something seemed off) a new concern pushed her to new heights of panic. She could see her white clothing clashing in the darkness. She wasn’t wearing her normal pajamas or even her day to day attire; she was wearing a tube top white bra and a white shirt that don’t even reach halfway down her thighs. The bra looked like it was makeshift and stitched together by different materials. The bra conformed to her breasts and was less tubular at the front. It left the top of her breasts completely bare, showing ample cleavage and making her breasts bigger than she knows they were. Her skirt was stitched up and makeshift like her bra, but looked more shredded. She also felt no underwear, just the skirt. She gasped in horror, because what if they didn’t want money. What if she had been abducted to used and sold as a sex slave. She heard about human trafficking, but she didn’t think it could ever happen to her or in her small town. She thought that only happened to young teens, not 23 year old women, and she thought she was too plain to be targeted. She rattled the chains more. She no longer felt like a frightened rabbit in a cage; she felt like a corned rabbit staring at the teeth of a vicious giant predator. She screamed and thrashed. “Let me go! Please, let me go! You don’t want me!”
A male voice suddenly answered her, but it didn’t sound like an actual person in the dark room with her. It sounded like it came out of an intercom within the room. “Are you finally awake, Mrs. Nancy Cassidy?”
It seemed her kidnappers truly did mean to kidnap her specifically. She begged at the darkness, “If this all has to do with money, I can pay, but my husband doesn’t have access to my account. Only I can pay off whatever ransom you intend. Please, if its money you want, leave Todd out of this.”
She got nothing back but silence for several seconds. She had no idea what that silence meant, but it frightened her to no end. She finally let her breath out when she heard the intercom finally reply back, but she didn’t like what she heard. “Mrs. Cassidy, do you not remember what happened to your husband?”
Her heart sank. Something happened to Todd? “What happened to Todd? What did you monsters do to my husband?!” she screamed.
“You really don’t remember anything about the attack, Mrs. Cassidy?”
“Attack? No, I didn’t remember any attack. I-” She stopped herself as she realized something that had been bugging her ever since the intercom started talking. Every time the person on the other line said “Mrs.” it sounded like an “Us” followed. She thought it was static, but three times was too much of a coincidence. He wasn’t saying “Mrs.”; he was saying “Miss.” as in Nancy was no longer married. Could that mean- Is Todd dead? Was he killed in the attack this person’s talking about? Her tears completely blurred her vision now. She wanted to curl up and sob, but the chains wouldn’t allow her to do so. She brought her knees to her chest and cried on them. Todd was dead; everything seemed to add up to that outcome, but how? “What happened to Todd? What’s going on?”
“You really don’t remember?”
“No! I don’t fucking remember!” Nancy screamed. She was surprised to hear herself curse, even in this distress.
“Then what do you remember? I want to know more about what happened a month ago. July 12th to be exact.”
“J-July 12th? Nothing peculiar that day except-” Nancy stopped herself again, slowly remembering that something terrible did happen that day, something she should have never forgotten.
“Well, what happened?”
“That… that was the night I w-was kidnapped.”
“And who kidnapped you, Miss. Cassidy?”