I snort a laugh. My life has become a movie—a thriller.
More like a porno.
I have to laugh, because as sad as that truth is, it’s funny. My life is a thriller-porno-comedy.
A muffled sound comes from up ahead. I know I should go back to my room.
Instead, I continue forward, my curiosity piqued.
Soft scrapes. A wail. The muffled sounds turn human. Someone else is in the garage, and it’s not Gage.
My blood runs cold. He keeps telling me he’s a monster, but how bad is he really?
I happen upon another door and press my ear to it.
“…h-help….p-please….h-h-help-p…m-me…”
Startled, I nearly fall to the floor. All at once, the feelings I have of safety and security shatter, replaced with dire foreboding.
What the fuck is going on?
My mind races, wondering why the hell there's a man begging for help. There’s no way Gage doesn’t know about him, which means he put him there…
He said he was a monster. You should have listened.
Every cell in my body is firing all at once. A part of me wants to run. To find a way up to the surface. To leave and never look back.
I can’t stay here. Not with what’s behind this door. I’m better off alone and not in the clutches of some psychopath.
But as I try to form a plan, a voice cuts through the darkness.
“What are you doing outside of your cage, Little Lamb?”