Page 180 of Dare To Fall

He rolls off me, and I heave out a breath. I want to claw at every inch of my skin where he’s touched me, scrub it away, so it doesn’t exist.

How much longer can I stop him from doing what he’s planning? I’m sure we’ve already been here for hours. I need to get out of here before he stops accepting my excuses.

“Evan?” I tilt my head to look at him. “I need to pee. Can you untie me? I’ll … I’ll suck your dick afterward, I promise.”

He laughs, his expression softening. “I’m sorry. I should have thought of that before. No trying to run away, or I will punish you.”

“I won’t run.”

He takes a step toward me, but a beeping from the pocket of his jeans distracts him. Taking out his cell, he checks it.

Dread lurches through me when his face contorts into a grimace.

“What’s the matter?”

“Eli is here.”

“Eli?” I repeat, hope beating in time with my heart.

His scowl turns into a grin. “He finally wants to play, but I’m not letting him have you again.”

“Evan, please.”

“Shut the fuck up.” He hauls me up.

I scream as loud as I can, thrashing from side to side in his arms, but he doesn’t take me far.

I’m dumped down, and my stomach sinks when I stare up at the smooth gray sides. I’m flat, staring up at the roof of the tomb. Whatever is beneath me is lumpy and hard.

No, don’t think about it. Don’t. Think. About. It.

But I can’t stop myself.

He’s put me in Churchill’s coffin.

I was so focused on him that I hadn’t noticed anything different about the rest of the tomb. It must have been open all this time.

“No, please.” I shake my head, tears blurring my vision.

He places the flashlight next to me, “Close your eyes, Zoey. I’ll come back for you.”

“Evan, don’t do this.” I sob.

He pats my hair, brushing the loose stands out of my face.

“Shhh. Hold your breath as long as you can. Lord Bradley will keep you safe until I come back for you.”

He steps back, and a second later, the jarring sound of stone grating against stone fills my ears. The top of the coffin inches across, bit by bit.

“No, no, no.” My words morph into a scream.

He seals me in completely, and I scream and scream.

Something white catches the corner of my eye in the glow of the flashlight he’s left me. I turn my head, and my gaze latches on to the skull close to my face. The sight of it rips another shriek from my aching throat.

He’s left me to suffocate.

How long can I last in here without air?

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