My eyes flick back to the knife on the floor.
A filthy smirk forms on his lips. “You still want to kill me, eh?”
Suddenly, he turns, picks up the knife, and waltzes out of here, twirling it in his hand.
“Hey, wait!” I yell as he leaves the room. “Where are you going?”
“I guess you have to learn the hard way.”
When he slams the door shut, I run to it and smash my fists against the wood. “Don’t leave me here!”
“I gave you a chance, Jas,” he says, looking at me through the small peephole I managed to make with the knife. “Should’ve taken it when I offered it.”
I stare him down with disbelief, rage fuming in my body. I throw it all out there against the door. “Fuck you!”
“Oh, don’t worry, I definitely will,” he replies, adjusting his pants right where his hard-on is. And my eyes can’t help but trace the outline of the length and the girth hiding behind those jeans, and my God, it is huge.
But there is one thing even larger than the log in his pants.
The filthy smile on his face.
And it makes me grunt and smack my fists onto the wood again, yelling, “Fuck you!”
He laughs. “Keep saying that and your wish might come true sooner than you think.”
When he walks off all gloating like a motherfucker, I’m still seething with hatred, wishing I could just kick open this door. But it’s locked from the outside, and there’s literally nothing in this room I can use as a weapon. Nothing.
Except maybe some antlers still stuck to a deer’s head.
Nope.
Not a chance in hell I’d ever touch that thing.
Moping to myself, I turn around and waste my time kicking the wall and throwing every last inch of strength into punching the door. Of course, nothing works. I could destroy his house, and he wouldn’t give a shit.
“Let me out of here!” I roar out loud, but it falls on deaf ears.
We’re in the middle of nowhere.
No one is going to hear me scream.
Except him.
And he’s made it very clear he loves the sound.
I pause for a moment to catch my breath and rub my forehead. I could fist the window instead, but then I’d be even colder than before, and I don’t want that. Besides, he made sure I wouldn’t escape through that route by covering it in slats. Asshole.
I thought this would be a quick job.
Tough. But quick.
Shoot him.
End the problem.
But the second I saw him, I froze.
It’s as if something in the back of my mind told me, begged me not to kill him. To give him a chance. And look where that got me.