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Fucking shit!
Fucking, motherfucking shit!
I bit my lip so hard it bled, I could taste metal in my mouth, but I didn’t dare make a sound. I silently screamed as the side of my hand throbbed, the burn ripping through me.
I stood waiting, panting, forcing back tears, but still no one came.
Quickly I grabbed the corners of the towel and as quietly as I could I propped the sauna door open, and I held my breath as I dragged the stone filled towel to the edge of the lockers. I pressed my back against the cool metal of the lockers and dared a tiny peek around the corner. It was steamy, and I couldn’t be completely sure, but I didn’t see any dark figures on this side.
I grabbed one of the rocks with the towel and hucked it across the floor back into the sauna. The noise as it clattered against the tile and then rolled into the sauna was startling in the silence of the locker room, and yet the sound was still more muted than I expected as the steam devoured the sound hungerly.
My chest pulsed up and down as I tried to pull in silent breaths, feeling like I didn’t dare breathe. God forbid, the sound of my breath, be the thing to give me away.
Out of the corner of my eye, something moved, and I froze. From the other side of the locker, a dark figure appeared and headed towards the sauna. As he passed by, the steam swirled and I got a close enough glimpse of the back of him. Masked in tactical gear. Whoever this was, they were here for me. I had no doubt about that in my mind.
I held my breath as he quickly made his way into the sauna and I crept up as close as I dared and quickly closed the door behind him. I frantically struggled to thread the towel through the handle and knot the handle shut, effectively locking him inside. It wouldn’t hold forever, but maybe it would buy me a few minutes.
I heard approaching footsteps, and I panicked, darting into the adjacent steam room. I turned the knob all the way on and steam burst into the room, creating an even thicker, suffocating veil of moisture. I raced to the wall next to the door, and crouched down, holding my breath while a second shadow stepped over the threshold.
I struggled to steady my breath, my body trembling with fear, courage, adrenaline. I didn’t know what, my body just trembled uncontrollably. I waited as long as I dared and as he stepped past me and I lunged out of the door and slammed it shut, the noise deafening in the silent locker room.
I sprinted toward the middle row of lockers, towardsmylocker. I was out of extra towels and there was no lock on the outside of the steam room door. If anything, I probably shouldn't have slammed the door, but I didn’t have time to think. I was surviving now.
Living second by second.
That’s all I had.
I had to move fast.
Faster.
I had to get to my locker.
Ihadto get that gun.
Still completely naked, my feet slipped on the wet tile floor as I rounded the corner. I sprinted down the row and ripped open my locker door.
I was fumbling, panicked, as I dug for the gun.
My clothes tangled around my damp hand, sticking to my skin as I reached for the gun.
I got it!
Suddenly, I was being yanked backwards by the hair. The sensation of falling through the hair.
I slammed into the floor; the breath whooshed out of my lungs as my back flattened forcefully against the ground. In a flash, a giant body pinned me down with knees on either side, and I gasped, struggling to pull in a breath.
I screamed and squirmed and writhed under his death grip, gasping for each breath as I struggled to pull in breath, my lungs still flattened in my chest.
My skin was wet from the moisture in the air and slick from the shampoo I’d doused myself. It was giving me some movement under him.
The slippery tile floor, my ally in this moment.
But still, I couldn’t get my hand free. I couldn’t get my arm up to shoot him.
I was so close, and yet so far away, time seemed to slow as I watched him reaching for my throat, and his other hand reached back to his utility belt for God knows what. I could feel the cool metal of the gun in my right hand, and it didn’t do me a damned favor.
I remember what Mason had said, and I instinctively bit the man’s arm as his hand reached across me for my throat. He growled out in pain, and I suddenly knew it wasn’t Mason under that mask.
