Shadows In Durango

Chapter 104

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

The weight of his words press down on me like a lead blanket, suffocating the breath from my chest. I stare back at him, my heart pounding in my ears as the cold reality of what he's just said settles in. He's serious. He's actually dead ass serious.

A prison. He's turning this place into my own personal prison.

I blink rapidly, trying to suppress the panic that rises up in my throat, threatening to overwhelm me fully. My vision blurs for a second, and I squeeze my eyes shut, forcing myself to take slow, deep breaths to stay awake. Think. Think. What can I do here?!

I glance around the room again, hoping for some sort of escape, but it's just as grim as it was before. The bare bulb overhead flickers slightly, casting a sickly light on the sparse furniture - nothing promising that it could help me to get out of here.

Nothing I can use to even fight back.

My mind races, desperate for a plan, anything. But the cold knot in my stomach tightens with each passing second.

The silence between us feels heavier now, his eyes on me, waiting for my next move, his body leaning against the wall, casual and calm like he's made peace with what he's doing. "How long have you planned to do this?!" I breathe, as he all but shrugs.

"Not long. I knew that I had to do something extreme when I saw you at school and you didn't text or call my number when I gave it to you. I was certain you would have text me almost immediately after the initial shock. But then I seen you running off in Daryl's damn car at the end of the day, and I just lost it!" He grumbles out his reasoning, furrowing his eyebrows at the memory.

This is fucking insane! Does he forget that he supported my father's plan to marry me off back when we were actually a couple?!

Now he claims to be fully obsessed with me?!

He doesn't care for me, he never did! He's just a cancer that I tried so hard to cut out of my life: he's sheer narcissistic evil.

I take a step back, instinctively putting some distance between us, but his gaze never wavers.

"So, what now?" I ask, my voice shaking, but I force it to stay steady. "You want me to just stay here? In this... this... place? For how long?!"

I can hear the tremor in my words, but I don't care. I need to sound strong.

Ashton watches me closely, his lips curling slightly. "As long as it takes I suppose. You'll stay here, get used to it, and we'll work things out. You'll see. It'll be better this way, Sofia. Once you get back out, we will be the perfect couple!" He claims. I can't believe this.

He really thinks this is for the best.

frustration. "How can this be better for anyone, Ashton?! You can't just keep me locked up like this. I'm not your prisoner! This is what crazy people do! You'll go

real, it was too

outburst. His expression remains eerily calm, almost pitying, like he's dealing with

know that now. Let me make it right. You're just not seeing the bigger picture yet, but you will." He takes a step closer, his eyes gleaming with that unsettling mix of possessiveness and obsession he

almost forgot about you until I seen you in school - I can't help that all of my old feelings came rushing back. I need you in my life again, one way or another!" He states firmly, as I fight back the tears that begin

Don't cry...

Don't cry...

front of him

throat growing as my thoughts spiral. He really believes that this stunt is ok. He thinks this is for my own good.

we had before... that I'll somehow leave here madly in love with

he was normal before my mother died... so what the hell

must have well and

suffocating space - fills me with instant horror. But I can't let him see how terrified I

staying here," I say, my voice

as if my words

the adventure continues. Join us for

to trust in me - and only me - not guys like fucking Daryl." He confirms, as though I would just comply

met Vincent yet, explained why he seemed to obsess over my fake relationship with

but not anymore. In fact, I was pretty sure that Daryl didn't give a shit about me anymore, not after how he had treated me lately... If only he knew that it was actually Vincent that I was discussing a twisted marriage with only some time ago... he would

and I aren't a thing..." I whisper, as he seems to blow air out in response - seeming to

and at that point I know there is no

want

that would be pointless. It would only make things worse for me. So, I take another deep breath and turn away from him, looking towards the one door that seems to lead me out of here, sitting at the top of a

I just act like I'm accepting this, he'll let me out. Maybe I can find a way to slip past him and

behind me as he moves

hand brush up my arm slowly. "Come on, Sofia. Let's just sit down. I'll make you something to eat upstairs and

but I don't. I keep my gaze fixed ahead, forcing myself to

stay calm, maybe I can buy some time to think of an

now, the air thicker. The reality of what's happening crashing over me again, and I can barely breathe, but I push the panic

I have to.

I'll become, but for now, I have to play along. I have to keep

I will find a way