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The stifled sobs seeped through the walls.
She sat up. The cries suddenly stopped.
Next day she asked her aunt if everything was OK as she’d heard her crying in the night.
Her aunt paled as she denied it, stressing all was well and she must have been dreaming.
Two nights later hushed voices roused her.
‘I told you to be quiet! ‘
‘Get to bed, not another peep out of you else you’ll pay the consequences.’
A resounding slap assaulted her ears, then a thud, followed by nothing.
She went back to sleep.
What a strange dream, she thought next morning going downstairs.
Her aunt was nowhere to be found and sitting at the table was a young woman she didn’t recognise.
‘Hello. Where’s my aunt?’ she asked.
The woman took an ornate key from her pinafore pocket.
‘Come and see.’
Turning the key in the attic lock, the young woman opened the door to reveal her aunt chained to a cot in the corner. She was disheveled, dirty and beaten.
‘Now she knows what it’s like to be chained up like an animal.’
With a menacing grin, the young woman pushed her inside and locked the door.