I dropped my forehead against the door, tears already streaking down my cheeks.“...Please…”But he was gone. And I was alone again.I sat in the corner, hugging my knees, shivering. My dress was damp with sweat and tears. My back ached from the hard floor. My throat burned from crying out.Then I heard it.Footsteps.My heart kicked up, unsure if I should feel scared or hopeful. I dragged myself to the door. My palms pressed against the iron, my cheek resting against its cold surface as I tried to make out anything beyond it.“Raith?” I whispered, barely able to speak. “Is that you?”No reply.I tilted my head towards the small opening in the door, straining to hear. The footsteps were still there… Slow, careful… getting closer.“Please…” I said again, softer now. “I won't scream anymore. I just want to talk…”Whoever it was, they weren’t speaking.I swallowed hard and stepped back from the door, my fingers trembling as I slowly lowered myself to the floor again.The footsteps stoppe
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