Cara managed to roll herself over, gazing helplessly at the ceiling. She waited, counting the bodies of bugs in the yellowing lights overhead, trying to keep her mind off of the excruciating pain that radiated from her whole body.
After ages of laying there on the cold tile floor, she finally broke down and pulled out her phone to call Bradley, wondering why it was taking him so long to find her.
Just as she was about to hit the dial button, she heard frantic footsteps nearby.
She pushed herself up to sitting, squinting into the darkness. If it was anyone other than Bradley, she would be dead. She had no way to defend herself and no strength to fight back. Once again she found her heart pounding to the rhythm of disembodied footsteps.
So when Bradley’s beautiful face emerged from the
