Captured in a Cabin

I am confined to a cabin. The windows are blocked, so I can’t escape.

Nothing.

What did I do to deserve this? I only minded my own business.

And now I’m stuck here.

What does my captor want from me?

My thoughts are interrupted as the door swings open.

A shadowy figure faces me.

I immediately recognize the person.

“Hello, Ashley,” a voice soothes as the figure steps forward.

“B-Brandon?” I call out.

What does my ex want from me?

I notice that sickening smile on his face.

“I finally have you.”

I start feeling nausea in my stomach.

“Now, you and I can be together.”

I need to get out of here!

“Forever.”

Before I can respond, he reaches out to stroke my hair.

I want to slap his hand away, but my hands are bound. I don’t know what else to do.

“Brandon, please,” I plead.

“Please what?” he asks, continuing to caress my hair.

“Please l-let me go.”

He stops stroking my hair, then scowls. “Why? So, you can run away again? You left me for him.”

“Because you were abusive!”

“How was I abusive?! You were-“

Before he can respond, my boyfriend Marco, appears.

Alex's dead.

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