moaned and tried to sit up. The darkness swirled around her so thick she found it
hard to breathe.
the third try she was able to wedge a small shoulder against the wall and prop
herself against its cool dampness. “Dear Lord, You know what’s going to happen
if you don’t get me out of here. If it’s somehow Your will I go through it,
please give me the strength to endure.”
of desperation and self-pity slid down her cheeks, but she was powerless to
wipe them away. Was it ever going to end?
didn’t hear a peep at least that was a relief. She didn’t have to wonder where
he was, she knew. He was ‘consuming his courage’ as he called it. If he was
consistent with the one other time this happened, she had about an hour to
figure out how to escape.
shadowy images ran through her brain. Swinging her head this way and that, she
grunted, “No. I don’t want to remember. I don’t want to remember.”
personality ‘the Monster’ was sporting at the moment was ‘Adam.’ He was the
most evil of his voices. She’d suffered the most at his hands, and at the end,
he’d laughed and walked away without a backward glance.
was shaking now, unable to stop. The coldness from the wall seeped through her
shirt and she whimpered in discomfort.
straightened, tilted her head. Was it
heart thumped against her chest, rattled against her ribcage. Her throat
constricted and she tried to swallow, but couldn’t.
scurried across her foot. She started to scream but realized it was just a
mouse. Much better that than Adam.
time passed it got colder and colder. Caught halfway between relief he wasn’t
there and dread he would show up, she prayed again.
jerked. Had she fallen asleep?
distinct sound of footsteps pounded to a stop outside the door.
heart resumed its jack-hammer pound and she pulled her body as tight against
the wall as possible.
banging pulled a moan of horror from trembling lips. The rattle of keys. Heart
pounding…and then nothing.
He’s tormenting me.
down the way, she heard the jangle of keys again and then screaming.
wanted to feel guilty for being glad it wasn’t her, but couldn’t. But sympathy
for whoever was also a prisoner of the evil Adam washed through her.
mind began to race. How old was the girl? Was she very young? She began to
struggle, trying to pull her thin wrists from the shackles, but it was no use.
screams, this time frantic, reverberated off the walls down the hall.
She sounds young.
it was silent.
clopped closer to her door.
jangled. The door slammed open so hard the walls shook.
flooded the room, blinding her for a moment. She braced for whatever was coming
her way, eyes squeezed tight.
sounded like Justin. She was imagining it. She squeezed eyes even tighter and
shrunk against the wall.
body moved closer and she screamed louder, if possible.
room was suddenly bombarded with men in uniform.
no nonsense-looking guy walked up and said, “Do you know where he is?”
and shock kept her mute, but she shook her head.
officer gave an apologetic smile and asked, “Did he—uh…” His beefy fingers
slipped into the collar of his shirt and rubbed back and forth.
finally found her voice, “No.”
sigh of relief was audible.
dropped to the floor beside her and hugged tight, tears streaming down his
so sorry, Baby. I should’ve gone to the car instead of you.”
shook her head. “No, he would’ve killed you.”
don’t know about that, but I know you’re not getting out of my site until that
‘Monster’ is put away once and for all.”
minutes later, after some more questions from the officers, Justin and Arianna
were headed back to the police station.
hadn’t found Adam, but Arianna felt him. She somehow knew he was following