The white walls stifled her as she hurried along the walkway. Each day was the same as the last. How she wished to break free of the monotony, the routine of it all! She did not hear the soft footfalls that deliberately followed her, nor did she realise he had watched for weeks. As she struggled against the wiry strength of her captor, she instinctively knew that she would wish for the mundane in the days to come. The white-walled pathway became silent again – until it echoed a few hours later with the sound of her name.
What do you think has happened to her?
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2016
(This post was inspired by Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. The challenge asks for bloggers to write a story in 100 words or less in response to the photo prompt.)