The moment the doors clicked shut behind Dante, something inside me snapped.
I couldn’t just sit here like a helpless little bunny waiting for the wolf to devour me. His arrogant words still burned in my ears — that smug promise that I would eventually beg for his c**k. The thought made my blood boil with fresh defiance. No. I refused to let him break me. I had to get out tonight, before the “soon” he kept dangling over me had a chance to take root.
Maria had left the longer chain attached to my right wrist after the shower, giving me just enough slack to move around the room. I tested it again, heart hammering. It reached the windows, the bed, the small sitting area… but not the main doors. Still, the bathroom had a heavy marble soap dish. If I could smash the chain link or use it as a
