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.

fear surges through me,

be

No, I didn't recognise this room. But what

to find a way out. The plastic rubs into

get out of here. I

How did this all happen

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 windows, no noise

the rising wave of panic threatening

my voice trembling. The sound

don't even know why I'm saying his

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 of this. I have to get out. I have to figure out how to get free before

yell louder, irritated that he

Vincent's place, despite everything he had done, I had landed

My heart leaps into my throat

approaching. Seeming slow and

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

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my skin. I grit my teeth against the pain, trying to free myself, but it's

I whisper, though the hope in my voice dies the moment his face comes

eyes are cold, his expression unreadable. There's no warmth, no sign of the concern he had shown when he'd first pulled up next to

He looks, insane...

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

desperately trying to show him that I was tied, as if he wasn't already

unsettling calmness, he

shut, the harsh brightness nipping me like a laser, as I take a second to

quietly, his voice eerily soothing, as if this situation was

bed! How the

the hysteria rising in my own voice as I speak, the dread creeping in around the edges

like they were bleeding by this point, and my

my struggle. "I was just trying to help. You're better off here, with me. I'm

battling in my chest. "S-Safe? You think this is keeping me safe? Ashton, this is insane! You didn't have to tie me up! You need to let me go-" I reiterate, reminding him that he still had me bound to

chance?! As in he wants me to consider being his girlfriend

Is he crazy?!

After acting like this?!