Page 2 of Prey

Nothing more than a stupid lie that I was stupid enough to fall for.

I shook my head.

I didn’t have time for self-pity.

I was alone now, but I didn’t know how much longer that would be the case.

Creeping out of bed, I quietly made my way out of the room.

The view from the windows showed I was surrounded by nothing but trees.

He took me to the woods.

Oh, God.

I thought I was going to be sick.

I quickly pushed it down. I didn’t have time to be sick.

There was no time to panic, even if I could feel it boiling beneath the surface of my skin and clouding my vision.

Don’t. Panic.

I came to a small and cozy living room, and I almost cried out loud when I saw the front door just several feet away.

I tried the doorknob, but it didn’t budge.

Fuck. Of course, it wouldn’t be that easy.

I tried it again and again and again, even though I knew how futile it was.

Tears of frustration stung my eyes, and I shook my head.

This couldn’t possibly be happening to me.

How could this be happening to me?

I moved away from the door and tried the closest window.

It was stuck. Probably nailed shut, for all I knew.

In my angry, panicked haze, I didn’t think as I grabbed a nearby chair and, with a shout, threw it against the glass with all my strength, only to duck straight down in fright when the chair bounced back toward me.

It narrowly missed me as it fell to the ground, the wooden leg splintering a bit.

I stared at it with wide eyes before turning my gaze back to the window.

Not even a crack.

What the hell?

The doorknob turned then, and I didn’t have time to run and hide.

I stood, feet frozen to the floor, as the door opened, revealing a rough-looking, big man.

A man who had seemed like nothing more than my very own gentle giant just weeks before. That wasn’t the case now.

I swallowed and took a step back. His eyes narrowed on the move.

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