Out Of The Dark
Forty-Two: Ilaria
I try to push past Tony to reach the door to the outside. My fingertips make contact with the cold metal of the knob when I am picked up from behind. Squealing, as soon as my feet hit the ground, I turn facing him. Slapping his arm as I spit and sputter in frustration. “Let me out of here, now.” Growling out as I continue slapping him. To my surprise he just stands there and takes it until I wear myself out.
“Stop.” He growls back at me in a low deep voice that I know must have hurt his throat by the way he winced. My chest, rising and falling at a rapid pace as I breath hard. Staring at him, all I really want to do is to punch him in his face to get to my much-needed freedom of this tunnel. Holding me by my shoulders, staring me straight in my eyes. “
