Shadows In Durango

Chapter 112

Chapter 112

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

Every second drags on like a countdown to something inevitable...

I sit back down on the edge of the bed, pulling the cold metal bar out from under the pillow - my fingers wrapping around it and gripping it tightly.

It's strange how something so small can make me feel a sliver of control in this hell hole.

My heart thuds painfully in my chest, loud enough that I'm sure Ashton will hear it the moment he steps through that basement door.

The room is too quiet.

The silence makes every sound sharper - the dripping of the water from the faucet in the bathroom, the soft shuffle of the bed sheet, the rustle of the cheap fabric clinging on to my skin.

My hands are slick with sweat, and I keep wiping them on the scratchy material as if trying to erase the fear from my palms. But I can't erase the fear, can I? Not when it's clawing at me, wrapping its icy fingers around my throat every time I think of what could happen next.

He's going to come back soon.

I know it.

The way he looked at me before he left... that sick, twisted smirk like he's already won me over with this.

But he hasn't.

I look over at the pillow where I've hidden the hairpin, knowing that it's still under there, waiting for me to put it to good use.

It's not much, but it's sharp enough to hurt him if I can get close enough to the right spots and the bar in my hand? It feels heavier with each passing second, like a lifeline.

I don't know what I'll do when he walks in-no, actually, I do know...

I'll fight with everything I have.

Because I have to.

Because if I don't, he'll take everything from me.

My body. My mind. My sanity. He's already stolen so much from me in the past, and I can't let him take any more.

I can't let him win, not when I've been on the run for so long, doing so much better for myself.

Maybe I should hide somewhere? Catch him off guard in my attack?

I glance around at my bare surroundings, before standing to move towards the dresser, managing to squeeze myself in behind it.

My body feels electric with tension, every muscle coiled tight as I wait and wait for him to arrive.

but I know it won't stay that way for long. My breath comes out shallow,

stay focused. I need to be ready for this or else it could all

long stretching minutes, I finally

faint jingle of keys

through my veins. I press myself back against the dresser, out of sight but close enough to pounce when he enters. My grip on the bar tightens until my knuckles ache, but I welcome the pain.

I'm at

descending down the staircase

Slow.

Deliberate.

in to the empty space, echoing his way down the staircase

my eyes, just for a second as I

let him see how

I won't break

Have you fell asleep on me?" He suddenly calls out to me, seeming to head for the bedroom next

my drying lips, shuffling slightly

the door is pushed open fully,

He's here...

pounding in my ears,

This is it...

moment I've been waiting for the moment I've also been

But I'm ready.

Share the joy of reading with others and spread the

I have to be.

like poison in my mouth, but I force myself to say it, to catch

it's enough to make him stop, to make him

an animal. "I brought you some snacks. You must be starving again, it's been hours... come out and get them." He teases, as I swallow

Starving...

in the air

that I'm just going to sit here and let him dictate every moment of

Not this time.

him walking further into the room, hear the soft thud of something - probably the food? - being placed on the

yet but he knows I'm in

keep it that way, just for a little longer. Just until I have the right moment to

closer to

sweat mixed together. My

I just want to take care

care for anyone but himself. My fingers flex around the metal

even closer, his shoes scuffing the floor, and

That's when I strike.

out from behind the dresser, swinging

is satisfying for half a second before the

stop. I can't stop. I swing again, aiming for his head this time, but he's faster than I expect, grabbing my wrist with a strength that makes me gasp. "Sofia!" he snarls, his grip tightening

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