Panic begins to weigh on my chest. I scream, “Damon, please come back!” Nothing but mumbles and drool actually comes through. I stare into the black hole that is the doorway. Wondering if you will be okay. Then the sound of a struggle can be heard in the distance. This lasts only a moment. Then silence. My heart feels like it’s in my throat.
Loud footsteps approaching the door. Then the hooded man enters the room, he has a slight limp. He stands over me once more, those empty eyes staring at me. “You think you’re slick, huh bitch? That’s alright, I took care of our little problem and you both won’t be leaving here alive.” He says as he grabs me by the hair.
The man pulls me towards him, trying to wiggle my way out. He tugs at my hair harder, causing me to let out a grunt. “Yeah, you like that little slut?” He then back hands me across my face. My head bounces off the wall, making me see double for a few seconds.