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.

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

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

stretching minutes, I

jingle of

the sound enough to send a fresh wave of panic coursing through my veins. I press myself back against the dresser, out of sight but close enough to pounce when he enters. My

at least still

the staircase are heard

Slow.

Deliberate.

in to the empty space, echoing his way down the

close my eyes, just for a second as I feel my lip quiver, trying to steady my

can't let him see how scared I

won't break

asleep on me?" He suddenly calls out to me, seeming to head for the

shuffling slightly to prepare myself to face

open fully,

He's here...

can feel the pulse pounding in my ears, the adrenaline flooding

This is it...

waiting for

But I'm ready.

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I have to be.

to say it,

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

Starving...

the air like

to

Not this time.

hear the soft thud of something -

me yet but he knows

just for a little longer. Just until

closer

smell him now, the sickening scent of cologne and sweat mixed together. My stomach twists, but I don't

with condescension. "You know I just want to take care of you, I really don't want to lose my temper

care for anyone but himself. My fingers flex around the metal bar again, feeling the cold weight

closer, his shoes scuffing the floor, and

That's when I strike.

from behind the dresser, swinging

shock on his face is satisfying for half a second before the metal connects

for his head this time, but he's faster than I expect, grabbing my wrist with

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