Amnesia

Prologue – Mallory

PROLOGUE

Mallory

I opened my eyes to the darkness yet again.

The cold, damp room only contained the mattress I was sitting on, and it smelled foul, like a rusty tang of blood.

This darkness had been my tortured existence for the last two days.

The small beam of light that trickled down from a crack in the boards above was my only sign of when night falls and day begins.

The echo of footsteps walking over the floor above signaled he was coming back. I crawled into the corner and waited as my heart raced faster at the sound of the slow creak of the door.

My throat tightened as he walked into the room. I can’t see him, even with the bit of light coming in through the open door, but I know it’s him. I felt his evil presence, and I fought to keep from throwing up.

I flinched as his fingers run lightly down my face. He sucked in a deep breath and let out a low moan.

“Soon. I’m going to have you soon.”

Pushing his hand away, somewhere I found the courage and yelled, “Don’t touch me!”

Bile rose from my stomach and adrenaline coursed through my body as the sound of his haunting laugh filled the small space.

That laugh would forever plague my dreams—even if I managed to somehow escape this prison.

I reached behind me for the item I’d been working on getting free for the last two days. With a tight grip, I forced myself to focus on the shadow before me—and swung it with every ounce of energy I could muster.