Chapter 17: No Choice

Emily

 

I make it to the end of the hall in a flash. This place is bigger than it looks from the outside, one corridor leading to another like a goddamn maze. Roars and screams continue pouring from my room, thankfully getting fainter with each corner I turn.

When I finally see the banister of a staircase peeking out ahead, it’s like I can finally breathe again. I sprint to the top of the stairs and shoot down them so fast it’s a miracle I don’t slip and break my neck. But dying like that would be a billion times better than whatever would happen if that thing got its claws into me.

My feet hit the floor of the main foyer, and I see moonlight streaming in through the windows in the front door.

“Thank fucking God,” I mutter. I make a run for it, but something catches me around the waist so tight my shoes squeak on the marble. Something’s got me, and I claw at the arm like a wildcat.

“Let me go,” I scream, but the grip tightens.

“Calm down.”

It’s Thomas.