Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 71179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
He really fucking didn’t make sure the door was closed and locked? Anyone could have walked in on him raping me?
Maybe that’s it. Maybe he wanted someone to walk in on us. Just the chance of being caught would have added an extra layer of thrill to this sicko. Any unwitting servant who accidentally walked in would catch an eyeful of him dominating his woman, his rightfully won conquest.
Jesus.
Could I open it the rest of the way? There’s no doorknob on this side—only a brass plate with a keyhole.
The water is still running in the bathroom, and then I hear Miles turn on the shower.
He’ll clean himself up and then no doubt come back for me and throw me in so I’ll be clean when he finishes what he started.
I have to be gone by then.
I leave the comforter in a heap on the floor and try to figure out how to get the door open without making it close back on itself and click the lock into place.
I glance around the room at the books, the desk, the tables, the couches.
Nothing.
I’ve already gone through all the drawers. There’s nothing in this room that I can use as some kind of lever to pry it open. I’m going to have to just hope that I can get enough of a grip with my fingers to pull the door back enough to open it and get out.
I try and—
“Damn!” I say out loud, and then cover my mouth.
Sure enough, all I did was loosen it enough and then lose my grip so the door closed back on itself, the lock clicking in place.
Tears spring in the bottom of my eyes. My one shot, and I blew it.
I draw in a breath, sniffle, and force the tears back.
There’s got to be another way. All I have to do is find it.
I can’t give up. Falcon never gave up in prison, and I won’t give up now.
I swallow down nausea as it creeps back up on me.
I feel like I need to throw up again, but there can’t possibly be anything left in my stomach. Not after everything that spewed all over Miles.
I can’t help a slight smile at that thought.
Miles covered in puke. My puke. That’s how he’ll always think of me from now on… Even if I don’t escape, I’ll always have that.
Of course, that might just make him more pissed, which doesn’t bode well for me. My smile fades.
Damn it, Savannah. Think!
Ugh. All I can think of is Miles, who will be coming out of the shower at any moment—
I drop my mouth open. Miles! Of course!
He has to be able to get out of here. He has a key. Where are his clothes?
I sneak back into the bedroom. The bathroom door is open, but he can’t see me from the shower. At least I hope he can’t. The shower door glass is frosted, right now it looks like his head is down and he’s washing his hair.
Still, I’m as careful as I can when I find his pants. I shake as I go through the pockets. First I find his wallet. Good thing to have. Then, in another pocket, his phone and a key chain with a few keys on it. I grab the keys and hurry back to the door.
I turn back and snatch his phone as well. Don’t want to make it easy for Miles to call for help once he realizes I’ve escaped.
I run back to the door and shakily lift the keys to the lock.
First key doesn’t work.
Fuck.
Second key—
Yes!
The lock disengages, and because I’ve got the key in the lock, I’m able to pull the door open. I turn the key again, locking the mechanism, and then close it from the outside, locking Miles in. I have his key, and there’s no keyless entry on this door. I suppose they couldn’t take the chance that I’d guess the code. After all, what more is there to do in a room than go through every permutation? I’d eventually get it after days and days of doing the same thing.
I look down at my vomit-stained nightie. Why didn’t I think to change my clothes? Why didn’t I think to grab my purse?
Because all I could think of was escaping. There’s nothing in my purse to help me anyway. They took my wallet and my phone.
At least I have Miles’s wallet and whatever’s inside plus his keys and phone. I don’t have time to look through it now. Miles won’t be able to get out of the room, but he’ll be able to use the intercom and get someone to let him out quickly.
I need to get out of this house. But first things first. I need to find something to wear, or at least to cover my nightie.