Chapter 66

I AM NEARLY DELIRIOUS with fear by the time he drags Molly down into the basement and lays her out beside me. I can see that she’s awake, her eyes going from me to him to me again. He looks at her with a calm confident smile.

I sense that Molly is about to scream, cry.

But she doesn’t. She grits her teeth, stares the devil in the eye and spits in his face.

He reaches out, slaps her.

“Don’t struggle against him, Bec,” she insists. “Promise me you won’t struggle.”

I look away.