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I rolled out of the bed and had to catch myself on the mattress when my wobbly legs gave out. Now he had nothing to say.
“I’m sure you’ll be right back to your old ways as soon as you think I’m trapped. I will shoot you in your fucking skull before I let that happen.”
He chuckled again, and I fought the urge to jump on top of him. “I absolutely adore your fire.”
I reached out in the darkness to find the wall and followed it out of the room.
“I already have you trapped, Little Rabbit.”
My blood turned to ice, right as I found the light switch at the end of the hall. I flipped it on needing to be able to see. I had a clear view of the couch downstairs.
Mark's head was leaned backwards with his throat slashed open. Bright, red blood soaked the couch and his clothes. The lifelessness in his eyes cemented the truth.
That wasn’t Mark in my bed.
Chapter 11:
Isprintedtothegun downstairs, tip-toeing around the blood. My heart thundered in my chest, but I still ran back upstairs. The shot gun was ready to fire by the time I got to the bedroom where I’d left him.
But when I came around the corner, the bed was empty. Nothing was left but crumpled sheets and the cum between my thighs. I checked the window, and it was still locked.
He was still in the house. I opened the closet, using the gun to move clothes out of the way.
Under the bed.
That was a compromised position. I couldn’t get down on the ground without risking myself. He could sneak up behind me, but I couldn’t clear the room without knowing for sure.
“Fuck.” I whistled for Ranger and the sound of barking came down stairs, along with nails on a door. The asshole locked up my fucking dog.
What was the best way to handle this?
Get my dog and leave myself exposed, since he would know exactly where I was going, or clear the upstairs.
I swallowed harshly, as I kneeled on the ground. I tightened my grip on the gun to stop my hands from shaking. Under the bed was thankfully clear, but that was when I heard heavy steps in the hall.
Terror seized me for a half a second, making my lungs and heart stop working. But the training and teachings from my father and Aurelio grabbed me in the second half. I scrambled to my feet, gun at the ready. I walked silently in the hall, but no one was there.
I pulled the door closed and went to the next room. The door was open to the bathroom, so it was easy to poke my head in to scan the room.
Nails screeched down the wall in the hall, and I had to fight the urge to cover my ears. The god awful sound skittered down every bad nerve I had.
But once again, when I ducked back into the hall, nothing was there. Except the evidence of giant nail marks along the floral wallpaper, right along the bathroom wall.
He was playing with me.
I slammed the door, so he knew exactly how unamused I was.
An unnatural breeze blew past me, and the lights shut off. Surrounding me in a suffocating darkness. It made me too aware of the light footsteps approaching me. I aimed based on sound alone and pulled the trigger.
The man groaned and chuckled at the same time. “That’s it. Fight, Little Rabbit.”
I pumped the gun to ready the next shot, but there was only one left. If I missed, I was fucked. Even if I used the gun itself as a weapon, I was pretty sure he could overpower me.
“You killed Mark,” I said, hoping to get him talking so I could hone in on his position better.
“He touched you,” the man replied as if he were commenting on the weather. He chuckled, and I could swear the sound camefrom all around me. Like he was the darkness itself. “You’re mine. No one hurts mine.”
Where was he?
