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building up inside of me and I couldn’t keep it from pouring out, just like I couldn’t keep myself from crying.
    “Then scream. Do you know how far we are from anybody else out here? Go ahead, try. It won’t work.”
    “Please,” I said, desperation creeping through my chest. “Please let me go.”
    He shook his head.
    “The sooner you realize that you’re here for good, the better,” he said.
    He stood up and I scrambled to my feet, limping after him.
    “No, please. Please don’t leave me here. Please!”
    He kept walking to the door. I grabbed his arm and he whipped me around in a single motion, pinning me to the wall with his own body. I hadn’t realized how tall he was, but he had me lifted inches off of the ground. My toes scraped the floor just barely, and my hurt ankle screamed with pain.
    He spoke, and I could feel his hot breath on my face. His dark eyes sparked and he moved one hand over my hair, brushing through it with his fingers. I had fucked up. I had played with fire, and now it was going to burn me.
    “Do you really want me to stay down here with you?” he whispered.
    I cringed. His body was pressed against mine, and in spite of everything I could feel myself responding to his touch. He shifted his weight and pushed one of his legs between my thighs. I burned with the pressing ache there.
    “You wanted me before, in the elevator,” he said, his eyes searching mine. “Do you want me now?”
    A shiver ran down my spine. My lips parted, but all I could do was shake my head slightly from side to side.
    “No? Then stop tempting me.”
    He stepped back and let me down. I fell to the floor, clutching my hurt ankle. He flicked off the light and the room went dark, but I could still see his silhouette in the doorway, looking back at me.
    “Have a good night,” he said, and shut the door.
     
         Gav    
    The girl had given me an idea.
    No, not to rape her. I get no pleasure out of harming innocent people. Harming guilty people, on the other hand... that was a delicious prospect to drive away the shadow. But not her.
    There’s really only one thing I could do, if I didn’t want to kill her. I could convince her to stay. It would be hard, I know. She seemed different than most of the people I’ve met out there in the world. I’m not sure how. Perhaps it was simply that she’d thrown herself at me the first time we’d met, and the timing was right. Her kiss had woken up a little part of brightness in the world, if only for a second or two.
    If I wanted her to live, then I had to break her. To make her think that she would be better off here, where I kept her in chains. I would have to make her love me. It was the only chance I had to keep myself from killing her.
     
         Kat    
    The morning light came through the window.
    Window.
    I sat up suddenly. The room I was in was dark except for the single small window. Where was I?
    Then I remembered. The man on the table. The blood. The knife. All of the sleepiness evaporated in a wave of terror. I was being kept hostage in a basement. He was keeping me here.
    But there was a window.
    I got up, feeling my ankle ache under the weight of my body. I didn’t know how badly I’d hurt it, but I knew it wasn’t good. Shifting my weight onto it, I thought I could at least walk. Not run, but walk. It was getting better.
    Looking around in the dim basement, I saw the empty paint cans. I’d have to stand on them to reach the window, but I doubted they were heavy enough to break through unless I really had leverage to swing at the glass. I tiptoed over to the cans and set them down underneath the window, then stood on top of them. I could just reach the ledge.
    It was one of those small cellar windows, so dirty that I couldn’t see anything out of it. All I could see was that there was sunlight coming through, so there must be an opening. If I could get out there, I could run down to the road. I could—
    But that would come later.