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.

trembles as fear surges

must be

didn't recognise this room. But what if he called my father and he was

again, growing all the more frantic, desperate to get free and to find a way

of

forcing myself to think, to focus. How did this all happen so fast? How did Ashton go

light, I look around, 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

to hold back the rising wave of panic

trembling. The sound

why

with each movement. My throat feels tight, choked with panic as I scan the room for anything — anything that could help me get out of this. I have to get out. I have to

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

everything he had done, I had landed myself in a

heart

approaching. Seeming

you?!" My voice cracks as I call

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skin. I grit my teeth

whisper, though the hope in my voice dies the moment his face comes into view, confirming that he was behind this, like

the concern he had shown

He looks, insane...

up?" My voice trembles, panic bubbling up again as

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

for a moment, his gaze unreadable. Then, with unsettling calmness, he steps forward

like a laser, as I take

to calm down Sofia," he says quietly, his

to a bed! How the hell am I supposed to calm down?!" I wheeze, as he sighs heavily

the dread creeping in around the edges of what was yet to come from

wrists felt like they were bleeding by this point, and my

weren't safe 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

that he still had me bound to the bed. He cuts me off, stepping closer, and I instinctively shrink back against the headboard. "You don't understand what's going on, Sofia. I want another chance." He states,

wants me to

Is he crazy?!

After acting like this?!