As usual for this series I need to provide some translations.

Frauenzimmer literally means a woman’s room or chamber, but is an olde school derogatory term for a woman.

The other lines of dialog in German are a poem which reads:
‘No fire, no coal
so hotly glows
As secret love
Of which noone knows’

I think she’s gonna fight back.. if that pipe comes loose from the floor..

Wow. Intense and vivid. Great job.

This is intense. I want to hear more! I hope she fights back… although I’m not totally sure what is meant by “she broke, and was made whole.”

I read the whole series and really enjoyed it. But one thing, and only one, seems out of place and either corrected or defined.

In your first story you write:

A chill ran up the teen girl’s spine causing her grip to tighten on the tire iron.

And this one you write:

(her) Cold hands met an anomaly along the bare floor, a rod of iron.

Did she lose the first one?

I also enjoyed my perspective that this guy was an old priest and blind. So he preferred his young quarry to be locked in a basement where he could blindly hunt them. That vision scared the hell out of me, like a snake searching out a small warm mouse. Nightmarish stuff.

Oops, took so long in writing it I’d forgotten about the tire iron. I’ll go back to the first one and edit it out.