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Pictures of him float through my mind. The man I knew all those years ago and the man that was in my room.
Fuck! My head shoots up. He was in my room. He was there! My heart starts to beat a little faster, my breathing comes out forced as I try to gasp for air. I’m panicking.
The man I loved was in my room. But he was cruel, cold.
He wasn’t the man I had known as my father.
The warm and loving father. The man whose desk I used to sleep under all those years as he worked. The father who Iwanted to emulate when I grew up and became an architect. That wasn’t the man who stood before me in that room.
The callus way he smashed the snow globe he bought me. Like it was nothing.
“Finally, you are back home. Took you long enough.”
His words echo in my head. Why was I needing to be back home? And took me long enough? I’ve only been out of Las Vegas for a few months.
Then I remember the pain as I reach back to the back of my head. I wince at the tenderness as I touch it. I was hit from behind, which meant someone else was in the room with us. I press the heel of my hand into the side of my head which is now painfully pounding. There’s a thrash metal concert going on in there.
“Hey there, sexy.” A voice I don’t recognize sends me into sheer panic. I look up and I’m met with the face of someone I’ve never seen.
“Who are you?” I whisper. My stomach drops, and I start to feel my hands shake.
His face has a large scar across it. His long hair is pulled back into a ponytail, and his clothes are dirty and ripped, covered with a leather vest of some sort.
“You poor thing. All alone in this horrible cage. You look like a wounded animal.” He hums, then frowns. He suddenly takes out a key and opens the jail door. “Look, I’m here to rescue you.”
He stands there with the door wide open, his arm gesturing for me to come out.
“Who the fuck are you?” I demand.
He smirks. “Your hero, of course. But you can call me Scorpion.”
I slowly use my arms to push me up along the wall into a standing position. But I don’t move from the corner.
“Here, kitty, kitty.” He whistles and snaps his fingers. “Or do you like to be called a cock tease?” And it’s at that moment I see his eyes darken and I fear for what’s to come.
Someone help!
He slowly steps into the cell and closes the door behind him, locking us both in. I watch as he places the key in his pocket. He turns, and a creepy smile stretches across his face.
I want to scream. Yell at the top of my lungs for help. Except I have a feeling that wherever I am, no one is coming to help me.
“Finally. Finally, I get you alone.” He looks around the cell and scoffs in disgust. “Not the digs I thought I’d be fucking you in, but it will do. Goddamn, I have been hard since I first saw pictures of you.”
The fuck did he just say?
He takes a step toward me, and my heart is ready to beat out of my chest. Each step he takes, the sound of his feet on the concrete, is deafening. Each second he grows closer to me, and I’m like a rat trapped in a corner.
My mind races to try and find a way out, but there is nowhere to go in this cell.
So, I do the only thing I can think of. I charge at him.
With my hands curled into fists, I lock in on my target and gather every bit of strength I can find with the condition I am in. Pushing off of the wall, I let out a scream that catches him a bit off guard. Enough that it allows me to gain enough speed to plow my tired and worn body into him.
With all the strength I have, I twist myself so that my shoulder goes straight into his chest. He wasn’t expecting it, and he flies backward, landing on his ass. But he is quick to jump up, and I really had no plan after that.
Except I know I need to fight.
He grabs my arm as I try to turn away and yanks me toward him.