Close the door

Maya.

I was angry at myself for not screaming when I found Zane in my house. I hated myself for being foolish enough to believe that he wasn’t going to hurt me. Clearly, he was a psychopath who preyed on women who were attracted to him. The room I woke up in was quite good, luxurious in fact. However, it was devoid of personality as if it was a guest room. I could hear voices outside but I couldn’t see anything since the windows were boarded with wood. Thankfully, the light was on and the room was well ventilated. It also had a fan and a restroom. At least he was kind of enough to think of my needs.

Eventually, the door opened. To my surprise, the person who walked in was not Zane. It was a young woman. I wondered if she was also a captive of his. I had read a novel about a man who kidnapped woman and kept them in his house, calling them family. Was this a case of that?

“Who are you?” I asked the woman.

“I’m Celeste,” she said, setting a jug filled with juice on the table. She placed