Page 63 of Jig's Last Dance

“And?”

“And I wanted to ask John about it.”

“John?” He cocks his head to the side.

I gulp, trying to drum up some spit, and nod as much as I can with his fingers around my damn neck.

“Wrong answer,” he breathes, tightening his hold and pulling me around.

With his hand around my neck, he pushes me toward the closet, and I stiffen, grabbing the jamb.

“What?” I whimper when he jerks me forward and I stumble, which only increases the sting because he doesn’t let up.

He shoves me inside and looks me over where I sit on the floor. It takes every ounce of bravado I have, but I don’t lower my gaze when he says, “Next time, I’ll whip you.”

With that, he closes the door and locks it. Blankly, I stare at the wood until I hear my outer door close, and I stand. He locked me in. He locked me in the fucking closet.

But for how long?

∞∞∞

Luckily the dick didn’t take my phone, so I know it’s been two fucking days that he’s left me in here. I’m starving. My stomach feels like it’s eating itself and my mouth is dry. What’s worse is that I had to pee in a vase I found tucked behind a stack of clothes.

The closet is large by any standards, so I’ve alternated between pacing and sitting. My phone is on its last legs, and I’ve set it aside because although I don’t want to bring trouble to anyone else, I’m not keen on dying in here either.

This is a lesson. He has to come back anytime now, right?

My phone lights up and I glance at the screen. Shawn has called me ten times, but I’m afraid to use the battery, so I silence it.

I would never involve her in this anyway. If anybody is innocent, it’s her. But who do I call? Ben or Jig?

Ben doesn’t have the resources, but Jig might laugh in my face. Of course, Ben might too.

Fuck.

A text comes through, and I glance at the screen. It’s from Jig.

Entering my password, I read the text and lean against the wall.

You better answer this message, or I’m coming to that dick’s place

Although it relieves some of my angst, involving Jig could be deadly for both of us. With a sigh, I type out a response. Do I have Shawn to thank for Jig’s outreach? Why would she go to him?

Alice: I’m fine

Jig: Then why haven’t you been in school?

Okay, maybe she didn’t open her mouth.

Alice: You stalking me?

Jig: Sunshine, until this mess is over, I’m your number one stalker

Jig: Answer the question

Alice: I’m under the weather

Jig: The fuck does that mean?

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