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.

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

stay calm, stay focused. I need to be ready for this or else it could all blow up in my

stretching minutes, I

jingle of keys outside the

coursing through my veins. I press myself back against the dresser, out of sight but close enough to pounce when he

at

down the staircase

Slow.

Deliberate.

he whistles out a sickening tune in to the empty space, echoing his way down the staircase like a death

I feel my lip quiver,

can't let him see how scared

I won't break

you fell asleep on me?" He suddenly calls out to me, seeming to head for the bedroom next after not finding

shuffling slightly to prepare myself to

door is pushed open fully, causing me

He's here...

can feel the pulse pounding in my ears, the adrenaline

This is it...

been waiting for the moment I've also been

But I'm ready.

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I have to be.

myself to say it, to catch

I want it to, but it's enough to

casual, like we're having some normal conversation, like he hasn't been keeping me down here like an animal. "I brought you some snacks. You must be starving again, it's been hours... come out and get them." He

Starving...

word hangs in the air like

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

Not this time.

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

hasn't seen me yet but he knows I'm in

to keep it that way, just for a little longer. Just until

steps closer

of cologne and sweat mixed together.

"You know I just

fingers flex around the metal bar again,

scuffing the floor, and

That's when I strike.

out from behind the dresser, swinging

face is satisfying for half a second before the metal connects

can't stop. I swing again, aiming for his head this time, but he's faster than I expect, grabbing my wrist with a

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