The faint light from the kitchen spilled into the hallway, the arched entrance coming into view as we quietly crept towards our exit.
My heart was beating inside my chest, pounding so hard I could hear the blood pump through my ears. Was I afraid? No, not for me.
I was afraid for her, I was afraid of what might happen to her if we were caught.
But I didn't let it control me, I refused to let my nerves consume me and fuck up our escape.
I was going to get this woman out of there.
I was going to protect her from the evil that had put her there to begin with.
And I was willing to risk everything to do that.