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But for some reason, that only makes it so much more taboo, so much more exciting. I am definitely going crazy here.
If he doesn’t let me leave soon, I don’t knowwhat’sgoing to happen…
Eventually, I pluck up the courage to leave the room. To finally face Owen. I know I’m covered in bruises and welts, but he needs to see what he did to me.
I wonder if he’ll like to see me like this.
Like I sort of do…
“Hello?”
But as I peek my head around the corner, I find myself faced with way too much stillness. The cabin is quiet… there’s an emptiness shrouding me.
“Owen, are you here?”
I tip toe through the room, but find nothing. No one, and not even a note.
He’s left me,again, but this time it feels weird, and so much worse. Like he can’t even face me the morning after the night before.
It’s no wonder I’m endlessly frustrated.
My eyes find the front door. Much as I want to face Owen, to see his face when he looks at me, I also stillreallywant to leave because I don’t knowhowthis relates to my father and that whole mess I want to escape from.
Plus, I miss work, and I’m sure the clinic misses me too.
I dart my eyes around the cabin one last time before I stride towards the door. My pulse pounds while I try to mentally plan how fast I’m going to have to run to ensure I’m safe.
“Argh shit!”
I was so focused on getting out of here, that for a second, I forgot about the electric doors until I get zapped and flung backwards. Again. As if I need new injuries…
“Fucking hell.”
I’m getting a little annoyed actually. An anger burns up through me. This isn’t fair, why has Owen gone so far to keep me here? He hasn’t even explained what the hell we’re doing, which is kind of ridiculous.
What the fuck is going on?
Much as last night was fun—maybe the most fun I’ve ever had—I have to be realistic about this.
He’s left me this morning, so I don’t think I can say he gives a shit about me.
He’s just my kidnapper, and whether he says he’s trying to protect me or not, I still need to get out of here. I need to overcome this electrical nonsense to get the hell out of here.
Seeing as Owen left me here alone, it might be my only opportunity to find a way out.
I run around the cabin, tugging at all the windows, but they’re locked. The bars across them mean I’ll struggle to get out even if I break the glass.
But there must be something I can do.
With my heart racing in my ears and nerves zig-zagging through my body, I tear around the cabin, trying to see if I can findanythingthat could help me.
Maybe I can switch off the electrical current.
Or perhaps I can get this God damn ankle monitor off me.
I have to dosomething.
I halt outside Owen’s bedroom door.
