Shadows In Durango

Chapter 101

*****Sofia's POV*****

My eyes flutter open, but I'm met with darkness.

For a moment, I'm suspended in a state of half-consciousness, drifting somewhere between dream land and reality. The room around me is unfamiliar - and far too quiet, too still. It's not the cafe, not Emma's house...

I shift slightly, trying to push myself up when a sharp tug holds me back.

My wrists... they're stuck.

Panic begins to bloom in my chest, like icy fingers creeping up my spine. I try to move again, this time jerking my arms harder, but it's useless.

My heart starts to hammer in my chest as I twist my head, trying to make sense of my surroundings as I blink profusely.

The bed beneath me is soft, too soft. The sheets are cool against my skin, but there's something wrong. My pulse races as I finally make out the feeling binding me - it's plastic, biting and digging harshly into my skin. A cable tie. I'm tied to the bed!

A wave of nausea hits me as the panic fully sets in, my chest tightening painfully as my breath comes out in short, frantic bursts. My hands are restrained, tethered to the wooden post of the bed, and the more I struggle, the more the cable digs into my flesh.

Where the hell am I?! What is happening?!

I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to calm the rising hysteria, but flashes of memory come back to me in disjointed pieces.

The dinner... the gut-wrenching betrayal of Vincent... meeting his parents... the marriage trap that had twisted so deep I could barely breathe afterwards. Then, leaving his house, leaving the cafe, walking alone in the cold towards Emma's house...

And then Ashton.

I freeze.

Oh my god.

I remember now. The car pulling up, the window rolling down, Ashton leaning out, his face lit by only the streetlight. He'd looked concerned at first, his voice soft as he asked why I was out alone. He'd insisted that I get in his car, said he was just trying to help...

I didn't want to believe that he could be trusted. I had hesitated, hadn't I? Something about him being here in town had felt off... yet, instead of running from him, I had still stood there and engaged in the conversation with him... all before I remember becoming dizzy.

I must have passed out...

And now, here I am. Tied to a bed, with my wrists bound like some kind of captive.

body trembles as fear surges through

be

back home? No, I didn't recognise this room. But what if he called my father and he was on

find a

out of here. I need

to think, to focus. How did this all happen so fast?

trying to make sense of my surroundings. The room is small, plain — white walls, a nightstand, a door that's slightly ajar. There's nothing distinct about it, nothing that tells me where I am. No

back the rising wave of panic threatening to

sound is pathetic, barely

even know why

of my eyes as I pull at the restraint again, the plastic biting harder with each movement. My throat feels tight, choked with panic as I scan the room for anything — anything that could help me get out

force myself to yell louder, irritated that he had brought me here against

I regretted leaving Vincent's place, despite everything he had done, I had landed myself in a far

comes from somewhere outside of the door, faint but unmistakable. My heart leaps into my throat as I stop breathing for a

were approaching. Seeming

My voice cracks as I call out again, louder this time, but

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dread. I instinctively pull at the cable tie again, yanking so hard that the plastic digs deeper into my skin. I grit my teeth against the pain, trying to free myself, but it's useless. I'm trapped. The door creaks open. My breath catches in my throat as I

hope in my voice dies the moment his face comes into view, confirming that he

of the concern he had shown when he'd

He looks, insane...

I tied up?" My voice trembles, panic bubbling up again as I wince slightly feeling a pain rush to my head

my wrist, desperately trying to show him that I was tied, as if he wasn't already aware. "Let me go!"

watches me silently for a moment, his gaze unreadable. Then, with unsettling calmness, he steps forward and shuts the

like a laser,

calm down Sofia," he says quietly, his voice eerily soothing, as if this situation was completely

on the words. "You took me and tied me to a bed! How the hell am I supposed to calm down?!" I wheeze, as he sighs heavily

speak, the

wrists felt like they were bleeding by this point, and

out there, what was I to do? Leave you passed out on the sidewalk?!" Ashton says, ignoring my struggle. "I was just trying to help. You're better off here, with me. I'm keeping you safe." His voice is measured, almost too

let me go-" I reiterate, reminding him that he still had

As in he wants me to consider

Is he crazy?!

After acting like this?!