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.

door has remained closed, but I know it won't stay that way

to be ready

long stretching minutes, I finally hear

jingle of keys outside the

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 me that

at least

the staircase

Slow.

Deliberate.

than the last as he whistles out a sickening tune in to

as I feel my

how scared

won't break

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

my drying lips, shuffling slightly to prepare

pushed open fully, causing me to freeze, holding my

He's here...

the pulse pounding in my ears, the adrenaline flooding my

This is it...

is the moment I've been waiting for

But I'm ready.

for the complete story. Share the joy

I have to be.

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

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

is 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 teases, as

Starving...

the air like

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

Not this time.

the soft thud of something - probably

yet but

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

steps closer

smell him now, the sickening scent of cologne and sweat

condescension. "You know I just want to take

himself. My fingers flex around the metal bar again, feeling the cold weight of

even closer, his shoes scuffing the floor, and

That's when I strike.

the dresser, swinging the bar with

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

this time, but he's faster than I expect, grabbing my wrist

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