"RYAN!" I shouted the moment I heard his voice. Pressing myself against the wall in the furthest corner away from Mr. Mas—Scott, I felt my heart convulse to hear him. He was here, so close. Would he come up and save me?
Staring into Scott's hungering eyes, walking towards me as I sunk to the corner of the room, cringing, he gave me a knowing smile. "He's not going to save you, Emma," he said, taking a step forward. "There's only one person who can save you: me. Which is why you need to cooperate." When he took another step, too close for comfort, I snatched the lamp off his dresser and, without another stop, whooped him in the head.
The light bulb shattered against his skull, a roar of pain belching out of him along with a stream of blood dripping down his forehead. I hesitated for only
