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.

it won't stay that way

stay focused. I need to be ready for this

finally, after long stretching minutes, I finally

jingle of keys

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

I'm at least

descending down the staircase

Slow.

Deliberate.

as he whistles out a sickening tune in to the empty

second as I

see how scared I am. Not

I won't

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

shuffling slightly to

pushed open fully, causing me

He's here...

feel the pulse pounding in my ears, the

This is it...

been waiting for the moment I've also

But I'm ready.

is your destination for the complete story. Share the joy of

I have to be.

to say it, to catch him

want it to, but it's enough to make him stop, to make him look around the room, searching

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

Starving...

in the air like

I'm just going to

Not this time.

room, hear the soft thud of something - probably

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

just for a little longer. Just until I

steps closer to

cologne and sweat mixed together. My

know I just want to

how to care for anyone but himself. My fingers flex around the

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

That's when I strike.

from behind the dresser, swinging the bar with everything

his face is satisfying for half a second before the

surprised shout, and I don't 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

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