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.

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

need to be ready

after long stretching

of keys outside

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. It grounds me, reminds

at least still

the staircase are

Slow.

Deliberate.

last as he whistles out a sickening tune in

just for a second as I feel my

how scared

time, I won't break and

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

lips, shuffling slightly

open fully, causing me to

He's here...

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

This is it...

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

But I'm ready.

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I have to be.

I force myself to say it, to catch him off guard as he doesn't seem to be able to

than I want it to, but it's enough to make him stop, to make him look

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 teases, as

Starving...

the air like

still in control here, that I'm just going to sit here and let him dictate

Not this time.

room, hear the soft thud of something - probably the food? - being

me yet but

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

closer

of cologne and sweat mixed together. My stomach twists, but I don't

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

but himself. My fingers flex around the metal

closer, his shoes scuffing the floor, and I know he's near

That's when I strike.

behind the dresser,

for half a second before the metal connects

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 painfully. "What the fuck do you think you're

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