Shadows In Durango

Chapter 106

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

Groaning loudly, I flop back down on to the crummy sofa in the centre of the cold hard basement.

There was absolutely nothing in here from what I could see that could help me get out. Nothing decent to even defend myself with.

It was as though Ashton had already thought this whole plan through to the end - proving himself to be a master criminal at the mere age of eighteen. What a fucking asshole!

I was so upset, so angry at myself for landing myself in this mess. The second he had pulled up in his car I should have ran for the hills...

All I could think of was that I should have told Vincent all about seeing Ashton at school when I had the chance. He was smart, he would have looked in to him right away if anything like this happened to me, but he didn't even know about him being here...

I hoped that Emma would think to tell him all about me running in to Ashton at school, maybe from there he would somehow be able to find and save me?

But I doubt it, I'm being extremely hopeful and extremely unrealistic. For all I knew, Vincent had let me run off in my childish meltdown, not bothering to chase after me like he had done before in the past.

I straighten up immediately, hearing the door unlock from the top of the steps, it creaking open and shining a brighter light down in to the darkened space.

My best chance here is to play along for now...

Make him believe that I'm really trying to work on 'us' and maybe he will trust me enough to take me outside?

Once I can get outside, somewhere public, I'll be able to find help...

"Here we go! Toast and beans!" He announces, as though it were a gourmet meal he had just whipped up, as I crank open a tight smile - with it failing to reach my eyes.

He was dangerous...

But I had to play nice...

is there, any water?" I ask, watching him

in on me,

the fridge, opening it and revealing a full

already thought of

in sudden realisation. How long was he planning to hold me down here? If he had stocked up on so many bottles for me? Shivering, my eyes follow him as he grabs one and closes the

he sits much

down for the tray, using my

eat he just watches me, almost mesmerised by my actions as I fight back the feelings of dread and

how I'm going to

his thighs, reaching

me as I take another bite, the food almost tasteless in my mouth. It's hard to focus on anything but the looming sense of insanity that fills the space between us. The more

my skin crawl, but I keep my eyes down, focusing on

even closer, his breath warm against the already heavy air of the basement. "So, Sofia... What's it been like for you? In town, I mean." His voice is low, casual, but I can hear the edge of something

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a slip-up of some kind, like he already knows the answers that he

me. "It's been fine," I lie, forcing a smile that feels like a mask, one I'm

word, every little movement. The silence stretches out, thick

so desperate to get away

to pull away, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing me react. If

my best efforts. "I just... needed some space that night, that's all." It's a weak excuse, but it's all

my words, a dark smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I'll give you all

a sickening realisation sinking in. I was like a mouse that had

our past relationship - he wants to fully

have no idea how far

water, trying to keep my focus, trying to hold it together long enough to figure out what to

say carefully, glancing at him briefly and seeing

me with those unnerving eyes of his. Then, slowly, his lips curl up into something resembling

when he couldn't?" He reaches out and brushes a strand of hair back from my face, his fingers lingering on my skin in a way that makes my blood run cold. Is he going to tell my father he

my voice suddenly croaks, breaking finally as I