It doesn’t really matter anyway. Even if I track a path out of the house and find a way to break out of an unoccupied room, I’ll never be able to run. That car crash messed me up.
And the throbbing in my skull warns me that I might have a concussion. The upside-down blood rush only exacerbating the headache.
Doors open, then slam.
I’m taken up a few steps. Down a few steps. And I’m on the verge of full-out crying over the throbbing inside my skull when the man stops.
There’s a knock, and another door opens, and we start to move forward again.
Someone does a slow clap, and I instantly hate them.
“So, this is her, huh?” The voice is smarmy and I’m assuming he’s the one in charge. “Nice ass, I guess.”
A sound I’m not expecting clicks across the room.
High heels.
Something inside me s
