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As he says it, he releases my wrists and grabs my hips, turning me around so I’m facing the dungeon wall. Before I can do anything with my hands, he shoves me forward and uses his body to pin me against the wall.
The hair on the back of my neck stands up as he reaches down and lifts my skirt, running his hands over my ass.
“Very nice,” he says, as if appraising fruit at the market.
He’s a psycho.
My gaze flickers to the door. I’m still doubtful running will work, but I don’t know how else to keep his hands off me. If it’s my only chance to escape, I have to take it.
Rearing back suddenly, I crack my skull against his as hard as I can.
Ouch.
It hurts like hell, but he wasn’t expecting it, so he stumbles back a step.
Fear courses through me. I know he’ll be meaner if he catches me now, so I can’t let him. I lunge for the door, grabbing the handle to yank it open.
Only when I pull with all my might, nothing happens. It’s like tugging on a handle attached to a solid brick wall.
Horror floods me as I pull harder. It doesn’t make sense. I know this is a door. I came in through it. Why won’t it open?
Why won’t it open?
As if he can hear my frantic thoughts, Calvin explains, “It’s locked. You can’t get out of this room until I let you out.
Untilhelets me out?
Dread blossoms in my chest.
That can’t be true.
It can’t.
It can’t, it can’t, it can’t.
“You’ll never let me out,” I whisper.
“I will, after I’m finished with you.”
His words slide over me slowly, depositing horror and dread everywhere they touch.
He says it like I should find some solace in his promise, but his promise is horrific.
Hopelessness swallows me up when he steps into sight. It’s the way he moves. He isn’t moving quickly, anxious to catch me before I can escape. He isn’t even trying to stop me like he would if I stood a chance at escaping him. Instead, he leans a shoulder against the cool wall and watches me yank uselessly on a door that won’t budge.
Tears fill my eyes. This isn’t fair. I’m literallytrappedinside this room with him.
Giving up on pulling the door open, I clench my fists and beat on it instead. “Help! Somebody please help me! I’m here against my will. I’m trapped in here with a man who wants to hurt me. Please, help me!”
Still unfazed, he examines his neatly trimmed nails. “No one will come.”
This really is Hell.
My chest begins to tighten, but I do my best to fight the onslaught of panic. I have to stay focused. A panic attack won’t get me anywhere.
A little voice whispers at the back of my mind, echoing a hopelessness I can’t accept yet.
Nothing will.
