A Prisoner of....

The sound haunted me. I became a prisoner in my own home and I was
powerless. Each day as it echoed in my brain, I was reminded of my
uselessness. No one would listen to me. No one would understand my pain
as it was relentless in its torture of my senses.

And then the landlord called. She'd heard it to. I was not alone in this
sick game. She'd been victim to it as well. Gloriously, I was not
alone in my plight. She would be my golden ticket out of a world of
dispair.

The men came quickly and worked hard to rid me of my captor.

They fixed my leaky bathtub. Now, I won't have the smell of mildew in my
bathroom.

Awesomeness.
(Like the style of writing? Hehe)