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Evelyn

I feel fingers sliding down my legs and groan, knowing it’s Felix again. I have never met a man with as much stamina as him. “Felix, I’m tired, can't you just let me sleep for once.”

His fingers are wrapping over my ankles and I honestly just feel like kicking him right now. “Felix, come o– AHHHH!”

Someone drags me out of the bed by my feet, making me fall hard against the wooden floor. I look up to yell at them, but there's no one there. What the fuck! Where is Felix? Who the fuck did that?

I try to get up, but my legs are shaking so much that I can’t. I look around the room, trying to see if there's anyone or anything there with me right now.

Loud footsteps stomp out in the hallway towards the room, and I hold my breath hoping it's not going to kill me. The door flies open and I see Felix standing there. His clothes are drenched and he seems out of breath. “Are you okay?”

He gets to his knees and starts to pat me down like he’s looking for injuries.

“I’m fine. Something grabbed my feet and pulled me out. I thought it was you, but I didn’t see anyone. Where were you?”

“I was looking around for the house papers to see if I could find anything. You were still sleeping, so I left thinking it would be okay for a couple of minutes.”

He helps me get up and I flatten my – well his – shirt with my hands. I might be in a crazy situation, but that doesn’t mean I should look the part.

“So, uh, if you went to look for papers, which I assume would be in a dry area, why does it look like you went for a swim?”

He moves the wet strands that are hanging over his face with his hand and sighs deeply.

“I heard water running in the bathroom so I went to look. Once I was near the bathtub, something pushed me in and then I heard you screaming, so I didn’t exactly have the time to dry off and change clothes first.”

“Oh. Found anything? The papers, I mean.”

I’m stumbling over my words from the nerves while all he does is just look at me, amusement glittering in his eyes. Great, he's never going to let that go.

He moves his hands to my hips, pulling me close. I yelp at his roughness, hoping I don’t fall against him like an idiot. I’ve been embarrassing myself enough today.

His hands move to my ass next, and he squeezes hard. I place my palm on his chest to keep balance and look up at him. He brings his head closer to mine, his lips touching the shell of my ear. “Would you like to see it?”

“S–see wh–what?” Damnit, there goes my ability to speak. Strong woman, my ass. How does he do that?

He places his fingers under my chin, lifting my head up to his. “The papers, of course, what else?”

Laughing, he walks out of the room.

If the ghost doesn’t kill him, I will.

We've been going through files for hours now and all we can find are papers from when the house was built, a map, and some doctor’s notes. The attic we’re holed up in creeps me out too. There are holes in the walls, so it’s freezing, and it’s dusty, filled with old cobwebs and dead spiders.

“Why can’t we just take the papers and go downstairs with them?”

Felix doesn’t acknowledge me and keeps going through the papers, rereading the same ones over and over again.

“Don’t tell me you're losing what’s left of your sanity now too.” I keep staring at him, hoping for a response. “Fine! I’ll just go downstairs and let you read the same page for the tenth time.”

“You're not leaving. Sit your ass back down.”

He’s still reading while speaking and it’s really starting to piss me off! “Ha, fuck no!” I walk towards the stairs to go down the attic, but strong hands grab my waist and pull me back into the room, twirling me around.

“I’m sorry, what? Say that again?” He’s pulling me against him and holding me in place, so I can’t move away from him.

“I said. Fuck. No! Let me go!” I slam my hand into his chest and try to push my body away from his, but his grip is solid.

His eyes darken and the muscle in his jaw is moving up. He releases my waist and clicks his tongue while walking behind me.

He grabs my hair and drags me towards the table. Pain shoots up my head and I can feel a headache coming up from the way he’s grabbing me. I get pushed onto the seat while he still holds my hair like it’s some kind of leash. He pushes my face into the papers on the table and starts to laugh like a maniac.

“I don’t think you understand it, so let me explain. When I tell you to do something, you do it without question. But since you think you can still defy me, I’ll have to teach you a lesson.”

He lets go of my hair, grabs something off the table, and walks away. I hear the slamming of the door and the clicking of a lock and jump up. He did not just lock me up in here.

I run to the door and start pushing it, but the damn thing won't budge. Shit, shit, shit! “Felix, this isn’t funny, open up!” I hear his footsteps going down the stairs and then a door closing, leaving me in total silence.