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...

watching him reach the bottom step before

in on me, placing the tray down beside me

revealing a full stock of bottled water filling

thought of

If he had stocked up on so many bottles for me? Shivering, my eyes follow him

pulling up a stool as he sits much closer than what I had liked for

hand to reach down for the tray, using my

me, almost mesmerised by

I'm going to

thighs, reaching closer to me as I shift

eyes never leave 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

It makes my skin crawl, but I keep my eyes down, focusing on the toast, trying to force my hands to stop shaking each

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 book, nel5s.org is where the adventure continues. Join us for the

watching me like he's waiting for a slip-up of some kind, like he

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

watches me, his eyes narrowing slightly as though he's dissecting every little word, every little movement. The silence stretches out, thick and burning, as he studies me like I'm

so desperate to get away from me and from everything here." His hand reaches out, almost casually, brushing against the back of my hand, and I fight the urge to

jaw, refusing to pull away, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing me react. If I show him any fear, if

slightly despite my best efforts. "I just... needed some space that night,

to mull over my words, a dark smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I'll give you all the space you want down here, Sofia.

at his words, a sickening realisation sinking in. I was like a mouse that had just

me here to fix our past relationship - he wants to fully control and trap me, feeling victorious in

how far he's

long drink from the bottle of water, trying to keep my focus, trying to hold

I say carefully, glancing at him briefly and seeing

eyes of his. Then, slowly, his lips curl up into something resembling a

I had managed to catch his daughter 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 has me

my voice suddenly croaks, breaking finally as I sniffle to hold