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The Cave
by Leviticus (leviticus1@qwest.net)
 
***

Jill Garvey woke with a start, coughing in the dusty 
air. She curled up into a ball while she cleared her 
lungs and then carefully wiped the sand off her face 
before opening her eyes. She looked toward the mouth of 
the cave and saw from the angle of the sunlight that it 
was still early, the beginning of another day. (MF, nc, 
bd)

***

Jill sighed and let her head fall back on the bed of 
sand where she lay and closed her eyes again. She 
wished for the escape of sleep but knew it was no good. 
Once awake she tended to stay that way, even under 
these hellish conditions. She brought her hands to her 
face, ignoring the jingle of chain, and wept without 
tears.

Presently though, she uncurled and sat up. She ignored 
the sand adhering to the rest of her body and attempted 
to stand up. It wasn't easy, for her ankles were cuffed 
together with only three inches of chain between them, 
but she had gotten in a lot of practice lately. She 
raised herself almost to her full height and surveyed 
her world once more. Nothing had changed. The cave lay 
as desolate as when she went to sleep.

Only the cast iron bowl on the other side of the cave 
existed to tell anyone that someone human had been 
here. Someone other than Jill, that is. While they 
might not have been too surprised to see the man made 
object in the isolated cave stuck in the middle of a 
burning desert, they would certainly have been 
surprised to see its occupant.

Nude, chained hand and foot, Jill gave the appearance 
of being a wild woman barely tamed. Her hair was all 
over the place, her skin dirty and scraped, and her 
face... There was a haunted look about her face that 
spoke of suffering and loneliness. Yet, there was also 
something else there, a determination not to be beaten. 
Looking at her, they might think she had already 
succumbed, but one look at her eyes might tell them 
differently.

The trouble was, no one was there to see. No one came, 
except HIM.

Jill closed her eyes for a moment, pushing the thought 
of him aside. She needed to concentrate, to maintain 
her routine. Jill was the kind of person who lived by 
the rhythm of her life. Everything scheduled, 
everything well planned and thought out, repeated every 
day, security in sameness.

Well, she had sameness now, and it was driving her 
crazy. The same walls of this miserable cave. The same 
view of the desert from its mouth. The same way her 
hands and feet had been cuffed since she woke up here. 
The same food, the same water, the same visitor.

Jill shook her head. She looked down at her wrists, 
marked red and bruised under the hard metal handcuffs, 
a chain leading down to the cuffs about her ankles, 
stopping her from standing upright. That chain had been 
the only new thing added since she came here. Added to 
her bondage after she had managed to hop a quarter mile 
away from the cave before discovering that there was no 
place to hop to. No place where a nude and bound woman 
could survive without any way of carrying water. 

She had simply stopped and sat dejected, until HE had 
found her later that day and took her back. He added 
the chain to prevent further tries, although Jill 
didn't think she'd try again anyway. There was no need 
for bars in this prison, and she thought that even 
completely free, she wouldn't stand a chance.

Jill looked up and brought herself back to the present. 
She crouched down and got to her knees, and then 
shuffled over the uneven cave floor to her calendar. 
The floor of the cave was made up of large slabs of 
rock and boulders, half filled in with sand that had 
blown in from the outside. In her chained state it was 
hard to get anywhere, and her body testified to her 
hard existence here by the number of bruises covering 
it.

But Jill was determined to reach her calendar, a 
relatively smooth section of cave wall where she had 
been scratching a record of each day she spent here. 
Marking the calendar was a part of her new routine, and 
it was in her routine that Jill kept her sanity.

She sat down, bare skin against bare rock, and picked 
up the small stone she had been using to scribe with. 
Laboriously, she hacked at the wall, carving a short 
line among the others already there. Whispering to 
herself, she put down the stone and began to count. 
Even though she knew by heart already how long she had 
been there, she counted anyway.

"...fourteen...fifteen...sixteen...seventeen...eighteen
. Eighteen days," she said to herself. Eighteen days 
since she woke up here naked and bound. Eighteen days 
since she left for work one ordinary morning, kissing 
her husband goodbye as always, dropping her two 
children off at school as per her routine. Eighteen 
days.

Jill sighed, and tried not to think about them. She had 
to assume her calendar was right, although she wasn't 
absolutely sure. She might be one or two days off, she 
didn't know. What she did know was that there were no 
deserts anywhere near where she lived, so if her family 
was looking for her they had no hope of finding her. 
Wherever she was, she was a very long way from home.

Jill started coughing again, and curled up where she 
sat, her throat feeling like sandpaper in the dry dusty 
air. Despite eating somewhat regularly and having as 
much water as she needed to drink, she hadn't been 
feeling all that well for a few days now. Sleeping and 
living rough as she was now was not what her body 
needed. It didn't need to be kept here where nothing 
lived. It didn't need to be kept chained and naked like 
an animal. It didn't need any of this.

Jill fought against the depression that threatened to 
overwhelm her and shakily got to her hands and feet. 
She shuffled slowly toward the heavy metal bowl of 
water and dipped her hands in it, smearing the warm, 
brackish liquid over her dry skin. 

She would have given almost anything for a bath, to 
immerse herself in water and just soak it in, but this 
was all the water she had, and it was for drinking 
only. HE usually refilled it when he visited, but it 
seemed like there was only just enough to last her 
until then...if she didn't waste it. She bent low, and 
stuck her dirty face in the water, and drank her fill, 
before moving reluctantly away.

Her stomach growled; it was hungry, but she had no food 
to give it. While HE would leave her water, he wouldn't 
leave her food. Instead he insisted that she eat only 
while he was there, making her gorge until she couldn't 
stuff herself any longer before taking the food away. 
She would have to survive on what she had eaten until 
his next visit, which was usually every two or three 
days, although once it had been four.

That time she had been scared more than she already 
was. He was her lifeline; her source of water and food. 
He was the only person she had seen since she woke up 
here, and for all she knew he was the only person who 
knew where she was. Her chances of survival were 
irrevocably linked to him. Without him, she knew she 
was dead. If she let herself, Jill would have worried 
constantly whether he was all right, if he had been in 
a car accident, or arrested or something. Anything that 
would prevent him from coming back here. Her mind could 
easily fill with the possibilities.

Jill pushed such thoughts away from her, intent on her 
routine. She made her way to the cave mouth, and into 
the sunlight.

The sun was still low and the chill of the desert was 
still in the air. Yet the sun's rays were warm, and 
Jill pulled herself out onto a rock, where she lay like 
a lizard absorbing the heat. The sun on her skin was 
the only good feeling she had discovered since waking 
up here, and while Jill knew she was risking sunburn, 
she found herself needing this momentary pleasure, for 
it was the only one she had. At least she kept her 
sunbathing to the early morning and late evening, so 
she avoided the worst of the sun's damaging UV, but 
even then under the layer of dirt that covered her, she 
had developed a tan. More than two weeks in the desert 
would do that to anyone.

At first, she would come out here and scan the horizon, 
looking for any sign of someone passing by her lonely 
outpost. She actually had a good view; her cave was set 
into the side of a wide valley that reminded her a 
little of some old westerns she had watched as a kid. 
Yet even those movies had shown more life than she 
could see now. Brush, a few gnarled trees, tumbleweed. 
None of that here! Jill would love to see some 
tumbleweed go by. But it was more like living on the 
moon, and if she hadn't seen it in the sky at night, 
she might have believed she was there.

The only sign of life she had seen was the occasional 
jet drawing lines across the sky. She knew they were 
miles up above her, but she had waved anyway.

Now she didn't bother, she simply lay back and let the 
sun bathe her.

As she lay, she thought about how strange it was to be 
lying naked on a rock. The old Jill Garvey wouldn't 
have dreamed of appearing outside like this. Even 
swimming with the family had meant donning a very 
modest one-piece suit first. It wasn't that she wasn't 
proud of her body, she was. It was just that she had 
been brought up to be conservative about it, to keep it 
for her husband's eyes only.

Being here had certainly changed that, though. 
Discovering her nudity, and that there was absolutely 
nothing here for her to wear had been a great shock to 
her already overloaded system. And when HE had first 
visited, Jill had almost been in hysterics over his 
seeing her like this. Yet now when he came, his seeing 
her was the least of her problems, and lying out here 
in the sun without a stitch on was a pleasure, not a 
punishment. She took what little happiness she could.

But soon the sun grew warmer, and as it climbed rapidly 
into the sky, Jill knew she had to go back inside the 
cave. It would be murder to stay out where the sun 
could cook her naked skin. 

During the day, Jill could feel the heat coming off the 
surrounding rocks as the sun baked them, and she would 
have to retreat to the back of the little cave to avoid 
the worst of it. Even then, it got quite stifling 
inside her rock shelter, and relief didn't come until 
the sun dropped below the horizon and the desert 
cooled. So she lay and tried to sleep, or tried to fill 
her time with limited exercise in order to keep her 
strength up. She tried to invent word games, thought 
puzzles; anything to stave off the worry that she felt 
could creep up and overwhelm her at any moment. The 
biggest puzzle she tried to solve though, was why?

WHY was she here?

WHAT did she do to HIM to deserve such a fate?

Jill wracked her brains trying to figure it out, but 
had no answers. She certainly didn't know the man, 
never seen him before in her life. And she didn't feel 
she had ever treated anyone badly enough in her life to 
deserve being kidnapped and left to barely hang onto 
life in such a desolate place.

HE wouldn't tell her, either. In fact, he didn't say 
much of anything when he visited, except to either 
order or threaten.

That first day, when she had screamed to be released, 
had screamed for answers, had screamed out her threats 
of prosecution, he had simply told her that if she 
didn't shut up and obey him, that he would leave her 
without any water.

She challenged him. He tipped out the water in the bowl 
and climbed back into his Jeep, leaving her alone in 
the cave.

One day without food or water had gotten her attention.

The second day earned her obedience.

Since then she did her best to obey him, and still he 
gave her no answers, no clue as to why he had kidnapped 
a mother of two and kept her naked and chained in a 
cave in the middle of the desert.

It wasn't for sex; she hadn't been touched.

Jill's musings were broken by the sound of an engine. 
She would have gotten excited, but she knew this sound. 
It was HIM, coming along the trail that led up the side 
of the valley to her cave. Jill knew she had a little 
time, sound carried out here, but she had something to 
do. He expected her to obey him, and she wasn't going 
to risk losing her water privileges again.

She slid off her rock to the sand at the cave entrance 
and knelt. With a practiced ease, she flipped the chain 
that connected her wrists to her ankles around so that 
it fell behind her, and put her hands behind her head. 
She then opened her knees until they were spread wide, 
shifting them in the soft sand to get them comfortable, 
and straightened her back. 

Jill now knelt in a rather exposed position, her 
breasts thrust out, her sex unprotected. She had 
blushed furiously the first few times she had knelt 
this way for him, but now she felt nothing but the 
extra strain it put on her bruised ankles. HE demanded 
that she assume this position before he arrived, so 
assume it she did.

Jill could feel the hot sun burning into her side, the 
sand growing warm beneath her, yet she dared not break 
position. She was thankful that this time he had come 
in the relative cool of the morning. Last time had been 
late afternoon, and she had almost screamed from the 
heat of the sand.

The Jeep suddenly appeared on the trail and pulled to a 
stop nearby. Jill watched the jean-clad figure climb 
out from the cab and stroll casually toward her. Jeans 
were all she had ever seen him wear. No shoes, no 
shirt, not even a mask to hide his face. He looked to 
be about the same age as her husband, and he looked 
very fit. He also seemed impervious to the heat of the 
sand or the sun, and didn't seem to care that she knew 
what he looked like and could probably identify him 
later.

That little fact alone scared her. If he didn't care, 
was it because she would never be in a position where 
she could use that information against him? The thought 
of spending the rest of her life here was more than she 
could endure. Yet what else was she to do?

HE stopped in front of her, looking her over. She kept 
her eyes level, not looking at his face, as ordered. 
They maintained this little tableau for a little while 
before he walked slowly back to his Jeep. He sat 
casually on the driver's seat, and pulled onto his lap 
a bag of fast food hamburgers. He unwrapped one and 
took a bite, watching the naked woman on the sand a few 
yards away.

Jill could smell the meat, the sauce, and felt her 
empty stomach rumble. Each time it was the same; he 
would make her wait to eat, torturing her with his 
patience.

He finished the burger and tossed the wrapper aside 
before picking up another one. He opened it and looked 
at her.

"Come here," he said, his first words since his 
arrival.

Jill closed her eyes and pushed her knees out even 
wider. She knew what was expected of her and hated it. 
She wasn't allowed to get up and shuffle, or even hop 
over to him. She wasn't allowed to crawl on her knees 
to him either. There was only one way he allowed her to 
move in his presence. Jill leant forward and pushed 
herself hard with her legs until she fell flat on her 
face, her breasts and stomach now making contact with 
the hot sand. 

With her hands behind her head in a sort of hog-tie 
with her feet, Jill now had to crawl along like a 
snake, her belly to the ground, weaving her way through 
the sand until she reached him. It was very hard to do, 
especially chained as she was, and the effort usually 
left her drained. Yet she had to do it, for to not do 
it meant not eating. And while a day or two without 
food could be withstood, more than that would kill her.

Halfway to him, she stopped and started to cough, her 
breath taken away from her. She fought to get it back 
while trying to avoid inhaling sand or dust, and soon 
got settled again. She resumed her crawl, and before 
long made it to the Jeep. Jill then rolled over, lying 
flat on her back on top of the chain that connected her 
hands to her feet, her ankles forced up close to her 
buttocks, her knees falling open.

Like this, Jill felt more exposed than ever, more 
vulnerable, less human. Every time he had come up here 
and made her do this, she had expected him to take 
advantage and rape her. Yet he never touched her except 
for his eyes, which roamed casually over her body 
without the faintest sign of lust. 

A couple of times Jill had actually been annoyed that 
this man hadn't found her helpless body alluring, and 
had later chastised herself about such thoughts. But 
the way he DIDN'T approach her sexually was unnerving. 
It confused her.

"Open," he ordered, and Jill opened her mouth. He began 
to feed her, holding the burger with all the fillings 
for her as she took bites out of it. He had always fed 
her this way, never letting her handle her own food. 

He would give her a few bites, and then from a squirt 
bottle he would give her some water to drink. They 
would go slowly, Jill roasting in the sun as she ate, 
until she could eat no more. Then he would have her 
crawl back into her cave while he refilled the water 
bowl inside. That was how it usually worked, but not 
this time.

Once she had eaten her fill, he sat back and looked 
down at her naked body, and smiled. It was a break in 
the routine, and Jill was scared.

"You've been a good girl, Jill," he said suddenly, 
saying her name for the first time ever. Jill was 
stunned, and she wondered if this was the end. Was he 
going to kill her?

He must have seen the fear in her eyes, because he 
laughed and shook his head. "No, don't worry. I'm not 
going to hurt you. I have some good news for you." He 
reached over to the seat next to him and pulled out a 
syringe. "You're going home!"

Before Jill could reply, he reached forward and 
injected the contents into her pinned down arm. In 
seconds, Jill's world went black.

---***---

Jill woke with a start and started to cough. A deep 
wracking cough, deep from the bowels of her lungs. She 
put one hand over her mouth and held tightly onto the 
steering wheel with the other until the coughing 
subsided, and then she realized that something was 
different. Everything was different. Looking about in 
amazement, Jill could see that she was in her car, 
parked outside her work place, dressed, and without the 
cuffs. 

For a brief moment, Jill wondered if her entire stay in 
the cave had been just a weird dream, so sudden in her 
mind was the transformation from there to here. But she 
could still feel the pain of the bruises about her 
wrists and ankles, the general pain throughout her body 
from sleeping on the sand, and the fatigue of her 
experience. 

Yet here she was, in pretty much the exact place she 
figured she had been kidnapped from. She thought about 
getting out of the car and going in to see who was at 
the office. But she had a very strong urge to get home 
and see her family, so she started the car and began to 
drive.

Her hometown never looked so good, even though it felt 
rather cold to her at the moment. She cranked up the 
heat in the car and enjoyed the sight of seeing all the 
people as she drove home. Jill was happy enough to even 
start singing as she pulled into her own driveway and 
got out of the car.

Walking was a new sensation after spending so much time 
with her ankles cuffed together, and she had to resist 
an urge to hop. Instead, on shaky legs she made her way 
to the front door and went inside. In the living room, 
she found her husband reading a book.

"Jill?" he said, his mouth open in amazement.

"John!" Jill replied, and in moments she was in his 
arms. She tried to tell him what had happened to her, 
where she had been. But John kept on quieting her, and 
she soon stopped trying. "What is it?" she asked him. 
"What's wrong?"

"We aren't to talk about this, ever," John replied, a 
scared look on his face.

"What do you mean? We have to tell the police, they 
have to get this guy!"

"No, no police. We don't tell anyone. You've just been 
out of town taking care of a sick aunt. That's all 
people need to know."

"John!" Jill said shocked. But then she saw the fear in 
his eyes. "Do you know why I went through what I went 
through?" she asked him.

John nodded. "I do, and if we talk any more about it, 
you will be taken from me again, back to that cave. And 
this time...never brought back."

Jill looked at him, wondering what horrors her husband 
had seen, and slowly agreed.

---***---

HE was sitting in his air-conditioned trailer, paging 
through his high school yearbook. He reached a page 
where one of the pictures had a big black X drawn 
through it, John Garvey in his football uniform, and he 
paused. He picked up a big black marker and held it 
over the picture of another young man also in football 
uniform, and drew an X through it.

"I really hate bullies," he said quietly to himself, 
"and I told you I'd get you back in the end."

He flipped a few more pages and found a picture of 
himself, although no one would recognize him now. No 
more geeky glasses or odd hair. "I always keep my 
word," he said with a smile.

---***---

Out in the desert, another woman woke and brushed the 
sand from her face. She was startled to find herself 
naked, chained hand and foot and alone in a cave.

She started to scream.

End

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