He will come

[qu****]

Bound, Dark, Stripped, Manacled, in a lightless hole, no noise can escape, unable to move much, enough to curl on the cold floor, the blanket there barely enough to keep the cold stone from her body, a bowl with water near her head, careful or it will tip, and the toilet? She must hold, there is none, so if she goes it will be where she's kept, she considers the brief warmth if she goes, but knows it will soon go cold , then be left on a cold, wet, blanket. She holds back the thought of needing the other, not even wanting to think of it. He will come soon she thinks, he is kind. She loses track of time in the dark and silence, but He will come some, she moves to get comfortable, regrets it as it's caused a need. He will come soon. Minutes have turned to hours, but He will come soon. The night becomes day, but she doesn't know, locked in the dark, silent hole, He will come soon, but too late, a drop becomes a trickle becomes a stream, He will come soon. Too late, she briefly enjoys the brief warmth of the puddle she's curled in, now going cold, warm tears warming cheeks, He will come soon, she feels a churning, an ache in her tummy, He will come soon. 

Please come