Forbidden Shado novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112-1

Sofia POU

Every second drags on like a countdown to something inevitable.

1 sit back down on the edge of the bed, pulling the cold metal bar on from under the pillow my fingers wrapping around it and gripping it tighth.

It’s strange hene something so small can make me feel a sliver of control in this hell hole.

My heart thuds painfully in my chest, loud enough that I’m sure Ashton will hear it the moment he steps through

tes through that basement

doo

The room is too quiet.

The silence makes every sound sharper the dripping of the water from the faucet in the bathroom, the soft shuffle of the bed sheet, the rustle of the cheap fabric clinging on to my skin.

hands are

ds are slick with sweat, and I keep wiping them on the scratchy material as if trying to erase the fear from my palms. But I can’t erase the fear, can Not when it’s clawing at me, wrapping its icy fingers around my throat every time I think of what could happen next.

going to come back soon.

I know it.

The way

he looked at me before he left… that sick, twisted smirk like he’s already won me over with this.

But he hasn

I look over at the pillow where I’ve hidden the hairpin, knowing that it’s still under there, waiting for me to put it to good use.

if I can get close enough to the right spots and the bar in my hand? It feels heavier

Its not much, but it’s sharp enough to hurt him if with each passing second, like a lifeline.

I dont know what III do when he walks in–no, actually, I do know.

Til fight with everything I have.

Because I have to..

Because if I don 1, he’ll take everything from me.

My body. My mind. My sanity. He’s already stolen so much from me to the past, and I can’t let him take any more.

I can’t let him win, not when I’ve been on the n

run for so long, doing so much better for myself.

Maybe I should hide somewhere? Catch him off guard in my attack?

I glance around at my bare surroundings, before standing to

to move towards the dresser, managing to squeeze myself in behind

1. it.

My body frels electric with tons,

tornion, carry muscle coiled light as I wt and wait for him to arrive.

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Chapter 112-1

The basement door has remained closed, but I know it won’t stay that way for long. My breath comes out shallow, ragged pants.

I need to stay calm, stay focused I need to be ready for this or else it could all blow up in my face.

s, after long stretching minutes, I finally hear it.

The faint jingle of keys outside the door

My heart leaps up into my throat, the sound enough to send a fresh wave of panic courting through my veins. I press myself back against the dresser, out of sight but close enough to pounce when he enters.

Ms grip on the bar tightens until my knockles ache, but I welcome pain. It grounds me, reminds me that I’m still here:

That I’m at least still alive

Footsteps descending down the staircase are heard next.

Deliberat

Each one closer than the last as he whistles out a sickening tune into the empty space, echoing his way down the staircase like death sentence

I close my eyes, just for a second as I feel my lip quiver, trying toady my breathing.

I can’t let him see how scared I am. Not again.

This time, I wont break and crumble.

“Sofia baby! Have you fell asleep on me?” He suddenly calls out to me, seeming to head for the bedroom next atter not finding me elsewhere.

I lick my drying lips, shuffling slightly to prepare myself to face him….

Eventually the door is pushed open fully, causing me to freeze, holding my breath.

Het here…

I can feel the pulse pounding in my ez

This is it

my ears, the adrenaline flooding my body.

This is the moment I’ve been waiting for the moment I’ve also been dreading.

But I’m ready

–

His name tastes like poison in my mouth, but I force myself to say it, to catch him off guard as he doesn’t seem to

My voice sounds small, weaker than I want it to, but its enough to make him stop, to make him look around the room, searching for

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Chapter 112-2

“Sofia?” His valer is casual, like were having some normal conversation, like he hasn t been keeping me down here like an animal. “I brought you some snacks. You must be starving again, it’s been honey……. come out and get them.” He trases, as I swallow hard.

Starving…

in the a

at like a taunt

The word hangs in

He thinks he’s still in control bere, that I’m just going to sit here and let him dictate every moment of my life.

Not this time

I can hear him walking further into the room, hear the soft thand of something probably the food? being placed on the table.

He still hasn’t seen me yet but he knows I’m in here.

1 need to keep it that way, just for a little longer. Just until I have the right moment to strike.

He steps closer to the Bed.

I can smell him now, the sickening scent of cologne and sweat mixed together. My stomach twists, but I don’t

Not

yet.

“Come on, Sofia. Don’t be fucking difficult. His voice is dripping with condescension, “You know I just want to take care of you, realh don’t want to lose my temper with you again.”

Care! He wouldn’t know how to care for anyone but himself. My fingers flex around the metal bar again, feeling the cold weight of it steady me..

He steps even closer, his shoes scuffing the floor, and I know he’s near the bed now.

That when I strike.

I lunge out from behind the dresser, swinging the bar with everything I have.

The shock on his face is satisfying for half a second before the metal connects with his shoulder.

He stumbles back, letting out a surprised shout, and I don’t stop. I can’t stop. I swing again, aiming for his head this time, but he’s faster than I expect, grabbing my wrist with a strength that mukes me gasp.

Sofia!” he snarls, his grip tightening painfully. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

My heart

races as I struggle against his hold, twisting and turning, trying to pull myself free, but he’s too strong. He e forces me down onto the bed, his weight pinning me, and for a split second, panic blinds me,

I thrash, kicking and clawing at him with my free hand, feeling the gold rush of fear swallow me whole as his large hand finds its way to my throat

starts choking me, as | look up into his darkened eyes – the person he once was buried somewhere deep within with no hope of ever coming back.

He was mad.