It was a dark and stormy night; amid thunderclaps, I heard his elephantine footsteps approaching my room. I shrank into the carapace of my blanket, like a terrapin, and beseeched God; but, with Him orchestrating fireworks and Mother working nightshifts, who could protect me?
I hate perverts. But the title made me feel a little better since it hinted that someone did hear her cry for help. Good one.
Sara, your 44 words had me immediately sad and scared for her.
I really liked the use of Him and Mother. Specific yet faceless.