consequences of actions

There was a sliver of hope that when he left, she might be able to slip out the door, navigate her way through the unknown house, and find a means of escape. It was clear he had no intentions of letting her go, and she could only guess at his reasons. She presumed he planned to rid the world of her, but was taking his sweet time. Why? She didn’t even want to know, but she was desperate to escape.

She played the part of the compliant captive until he left the room. She followed close behind, but not so closely that he would notice her intention to catch the door before it closed. The weight of it shut behind him with a subtle force, and she pressed her ear against it, listening for his footsteps to fade down the hall.

Instead, she heard a click as the locking mechanism engaged, followed by a solid ‘clank.’ No. No, he did not—

Rayne grabbed the door handle and jiggled it. Locked. "No. Please," she muttered, jiggling it again. He had definitely locked it behind him. A wave of nausea hit her as her heart pounded in her chest, and she did the only thing she could think to do.

She pounded on the door, loudly and relentlessly, desperately. “Let me out!” she screamed at whoever might be on the other side. “Just open the door! Why are you doing this?” What was happening, and why did it have to be her? She grew winded from the exertion and turned to rest her back against the door. She could feel tears welling in her eyes, her cheeks burning with heat, and her soul sinking into despair. This was a nightmare, and she just wanted to wake up.

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