An: I’m starting this years Frightfest by finishing the 3 incomplete stories from last year. This is one of them.
Her captor slouched down to enter the room. He was in his beastly form. He seemed bigger, wider than last night; his form eclipsed the hallway behind him. His ice blue eyes moved about the room, then settled on the broken stools.
“Are you done?” he asked with an air of annoyance.
Feeling a little lightheaded, Fiona pushed through it, keeping her expression tight as they locked eyes.
Breaking eye contact first, he picked up one of the stools and examined the damage. He did so as if she weren't in the room, leaving her to feel invisible. He gathers everything in one swoop, carrying the parts in his big furry arms. Like gathering wood, he piled the broken parts in the corner, then went to get the others.
Fiona took a step forward. She wanted to yell at him, to hit him, to try to escape somehow. There was so much she wanted to do, she ended up frozen in place, and holding her injured hand.
In the silence, the growling of her stomach felt like roars. He finally glanced at her over his shoulder, then closed the space between them. He grabbed her hand, his touch surprisingly gentle. Fiona told herself to pull away, but there was something warm and - inviting about his touch.
