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

calm, stay focused. I need to be ready for this

finally, after long stretching minutes, I

faint jingle of keys

dresser, out of sight but close enough to pounce

I'm at least

the staircase

Slow.

Deliberate.

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

as I feel my lip

him see how scared

I won't break and

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

slightly

open fully, causing me to freeze, holding my

He's here...

can feel the pulse pounding in my

This is it...

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

But I'm ready.

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I have to be.

tastes like poison in my mouth, but I force myself to say it, to catch him off guard as he doesn't seem to be able to

it to, but it's enough to

been keeping me down here like an animal. "I brought

Starving...

the air like

to sit here and let him dictate every moment of

Not this time.

room, hear the soft thud of something - probably the

still hasn't seen me yet but he

a little

closer to

cologne and sweat mixed together. My stomach twists, but

know I just want to take care of you, I

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

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

That's when I strike.

the dresser, swinging the bar with everything

face is satisfying for half a second before

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

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