A whimper forces its way up my throat as he forces me down to the floor and presses a knee between my legs. Just as he tries to pry my locked thighs apart, I hear another key in the door.
Lovely. That must be more of them. An audience to watch my torture.
Except the man on top of me freezes. He looks back at the door, confused. He clearly isn’t expecting anyone else.
Then the door flies open so hard it bounces off the wall and the man springs away from me like I’m on fire.
The fear disappears in an instant, replaced by a stupid, stubborn, blinding hope.
I’m saved, I think. Someone’s here to save me after all.
The hallway is dark, save for the lone light above me. The hospital hallway groans and clicks and twitches with noises from the rooms lining the corridor. I pace back and forth
