Stuck in a goddamn freezer room. Just my luck.
I plop down on my ass and fold my arms, shaking off the jitters from the cold. I have to calm myself down and focus on getting out of here so I can do what I came here for. But the longer I sit, the more my memories travel back to him touching me, the looks we shared, and the way he groaned in delight at seeing me fall apart.
Fuck. I have to quit thinking about that.
I flop down onto my back and grumble out loud while lying on the hard wooden floor.
He did that on purpose just to mess with my head, to show me what he could do to me.
“You know what I want. What I crave. You.”
His words reverberate over and over in my mind.
Does he just want me for my body? Or something more? And does it even matter?
I shouldn’t care.
I don’t.
But a part of me is still thinking about it.
Because if he wants me that badly, maybe I can use it to get out of here.
My eyes widen, and I sit up straight, staring at the door.
That’s it.
That’s my ticket out of this mess.
My lips part, but then I force myself to stop before I say anything he could hear.
Am I really willing to offer myself?
To give him me, my body, just to get out of this room?
“No, no, I can’t do that. It wouldn’t be right,” I mutter to myself.
There must be something else I can do, right? Maybe I can charm him into letting me out and then run like hell. Find that gun still lying somewhere outside in the forest and use it to defend myself.
And … kill him to save my sister.
All the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
I have to focus on the now, not the later. I’ll deal with what happens to him after I get out.
But how long can I last in this frigid cold room?
Maybe that’s the whole point.
The reason he put me here.
My entire body shivers.
If I don’t surrender willingly, he’ll make me suffer instead.
Hours pass, and the longer I’m here, the more I’m beginning to lose my mind.
The deer in that freezer is not looking so terrible anymore. If I could just cook it on a fire …