BOUND TO THE BEAST
What the hell was going on?
I looked at my hands. My nails were short, but underneath them was dirt. Fresh dirt, like I'd been digging or crawling through something.
The bathroom. I needed to wash this off, needed to clean away whatever evidence was on my body.
But as I turned on the water, I stopped. Evidence. This was evidence of something, even if I didn't know what. If I washed it away, I'd never know what happened.
I heard footsteps outside my door. The lock clicked.