I’d do whatever it took to survive.” (pg 23-24)Īfter reading this, you have to wander, what did Flora do in order to survive? Or, perhaps another question to ask is, did the real Flora, the easy-going, carefree Flora from before the kidnapping, survive at all? One way or another, I was getting out of this. Slowly but surely…I began to think, plot, scheme. The relentless hard surface denting the soft spot of the back of my skull, straining my lower back, bruising my bony heels… Which in time led to a sort of mindless humming, making noise for the sake of making noise, because it’s hard to be alone in a dark wooden box… For four hundred and seventy-two days, this fun-loving, attractive student was forced to do things that would make her own mother ashamed of her if ever she found out – so how is she meant to live with herself now that it is all over, knowing what she knows. An individual that believes it is his right to keep you for himself, strip you of your identity, torture you until you lose all self respect and then use you as his play thing in which ever manner he sees fit. Imagine then, finding yourself being held captive but a truly grotesque creature, one that smells disgusting, and turns your stomach.
Mostly because you don’t yet understand how much you have to fear.” (pg.1) “When you first wake up in a dark wooden box, you’ll tell yourself this isn’t happening….You’re alone in the box. This is the nightmare that Flora Dane finds her in after partying too hard in Florida during Spring Break. Imagine waking up one morning to unusual surroundings to be stuck in a small space with no light and no idea what has happened to you.
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