“She had been dreaming of something, but she couldn’t remember it exactly. But she felt peaceful and happy, so it must have been a good dream. She started to get out of the bed and realized where she was. Locked in a room by a man she thought cared for her. She started screaming his name as loud as she could, desperate to know what was going on. “Hello? Hello? Are you here?” There was no response. She yelled louder. “Is anyone there? Help me, please, help me! He’s holding me prisoner. Pl...ease, somebody help!” She heard footsteps running down the hall. The locks turned and the man came into the room. He was disheveled and looked like he was sick. There was sweat dripping off his brow, and his face was gray, like no blood was reaching it. He came over to the bed, breathing heavily. Jill scooted out from under the covers and tried to back away, but he was too quick. He grabbed her and nearly threw her back onto the bed.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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