Elodie's POV I dragged myself towards the door he had just exited. My knees and palms still burning, cheeks still stinging, but the little fight left in me kept me moving.Even though I couldn’t make out anything, I soon reached the door. He'd locked it from outside, but a small piece in me that hoped the lock would turn as I tried on the handle, didn't work.My heart dropped. I twisted it again, and still nothing. I winced as I stood up slowly, my hands against the wall, scalp sweaty and hair spread across my face, messy. I turned to my side, took a deep breath in, and banged my shoulder against it.I groaned painfully, clutching my shoulders as the pain settled in. And the iron door stood mounted like a rock.A laugh escaped me. Not because anything was funny, but because I couldn’t believe this was happening.“No…” I whispered, trying to keep my breathing steady and control my emotions. I lightly tapped the door, and it didn't rattle.Then I banged again and again, till it got lo
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