Chapter 2
I heard the sound of keys rustling right outside the door, so I dashed back to my spot and sat down, waiting … wondering who was about to enter the room.
Of all the nightmare images I had conjured up in my mind, none compared to the man that stood before me. He was tall, lean, and entirely breathe taking. He had a mass of wild brown hair on his head and the most piercing green eyes I had ever seen.
Was he here to rescue me, because he certainly wasn't a monster?
"You're awake," he said, surprised.
I stared at him wondering what he meant.
He turned to the other man in the room. "Paul why didn't you tell me she was awake? I told to shout for me as soon as she woke up."
The man got up to his feet and shrugged. "She just woke up."
That was a lie. I had been pacing this cell going out of my mind for hours.
Green eyes held out his hand and the man gave him a set of keys before walking out of the room.
Had he been sitting there with the keys this whole time, watching me go out of my mind? If I had known then I would have fought him, taken them.
I could have been out of here.
I could have been free.
"Are you okay?" Green eyes asked, coming over to me and crouching down in front of me. For some reason, I didn't flinch back.
"Where am I?" I hissed.
"You're safe," he answered as he looked at me with concern.
Safe wasn't the answer I was looking for and I didn't care what he said. I certainly didn't feel safe. He had me locked up in some sort of basement for crying out loud. How could I possibly be safe?
"Who are you?" I asked, determined to get answers.
He hesitated before he replied. "I'm Edward." He stood up and offered me his hand. "C'mon, you must be hungry. My brother is making dinner."
I was starving, but I still didn't know if I could trust him and I definitely didn't want to eat anything he had to offer. What if it was poisoned?
I ignored his hand and got up onto my feet, stepping out of his reach. "I'm not hungry."
"Okay," he sighed. "I'll just be down the hall if you change your mind."
He walked out of the room, leaving the door wide open. I listened to his footsteps walk further and further away.
Was this some kind of trick or a test?
If there were a chance, even a small one, that I could make it out of there and escape, then I was more than willing to take the risk.