JASON'S HIDEOUT
Laura woke up to an excruciating pounding in her head, as if someone was mercilessly striking the inside of her skull.
Her eyelids fluttered open, but the sight that greeted her wasn’t familiar, and it only took a second for the realization to hit her like a blow—this wasn’t her home. This wasn’t anywhere she recognized.
“Oh my God,” she whispered, the full weight of her situation slamming into her chest.
Jason Miller!
She jerked upright from the bed, adrenaline surging through her veins. The events leading up to this moment flashed in her mind—the fake cleaning job, Jason’s face, the rough hands that had grabbed her. Her pulse quickened as panic seized her.
With shaky legs, Laura stumbled toward the door. She banged on it with both hands, the loud thud echoing in
