The drive to the house felt like it lasted forever. I sat in the back of the black SUV with Andreas, but he didn't touch me. He sat by the window, staring out at the dark trees as we left the city lights behind. My leg was throbbing, a dull pain that seemed to match the silence between us. I kept my hand in my pocket, my fingers brushing against the small phone Marco had given me. It felt heavy, like a piece of hot lead.When we finally stopped, the house was huge and lonely. It was surrounded by tall trees, and there were no other lights for miles. It wasn't a home; it was a fortress. Andreas got out and opened my door. He didn't offer to help me, but he stood close as I limped out, watching me struggle."Inside," he said. His voice was like a cold wind.The house was freezing. Andreas walked ahead of me, turning on lights that showed empty rooms with white sheets over the furniture. He led me to a small room on the second floor. It had a bed, a chair, and a heavy door."This is wher
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