No escape

Millie lay there for what felt like hours, her body still trembling from the overwhelming sensations and the brutal encounter that had left her gasping on the cold ground. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her mind was a whirlwind of fear, confusion, and humiliation. Every instinct told her to run, to get as far away from this twisted town as possible.

Finally, with shaky limbs, she **** herself to stand. She felt the weight of the dirt clinging to her naked skin, but there was no time to dwell on it. The man was gone, but the sense of danger lingered in the air. She had to leave—now.

Her mind raced as she quickly scanned the empty street in front of the motel, trying to think of where to go, where she could hide, where she could find help. But there was no help here. Only strangers. Strangers who didn’t recognize her. Strangers who didn’t care.

She began to run, her bare feet slapping against the cracked pavement as she sprinted down the street. Her small, naked body glistened in the moonlight, her long legs carrying her as fast as they could. She didn’t know where she was going—just that she had to get away. Away from the motel, away from whatever dark **** had taken over this town.

But just as she thought she was gaining some distance, something cold wrapped around her throat from behind. A strong arm jerked her back, pulling her off balance and into a firm, unyielding hold. A muscular body pressed against her back, and she struggled to breathe as the chokehold tightened around her neck.

“Where do you think you’re going?” a voice whispered in her ear, the tone low and menacing. “There’s no escape, Millie.”

Her eyes widened in shock, her heart racing even faster. He knew her name. How could he know her name? Panic surged through her veins as she clawed at the arm around her throat, her small hands grasping at nothing but unrelenting muscle. Her chest heaved, but no matter how much she struggled, she couldn't break free.

His grip was firm but calculated, not enough to bruise her, not enough to leave a mark—but enough to keep her helpless. “You’re exactly where you’re supposed to be,” he whispered, his voice thick with an eerie certainty. “You can’t leave. You belong here.”

Millie’s vision blurred as fear took over, and for a moment, she thought she might lose consciousness. But just as suddenly as the arm had wrapped around her, it released her. She gasped for air, stumbling forward but not falling, her body somehow still intact despite the violent hold.

She spun around, ready to confront her attacker, but there was no one there. The street was empty. The shadows danced in the moonlight, but the figure—the voice—was gone.

Her mind was a haze of confusion. What was happening to her? Who was doing this? How could someone just disappear like that? She looked down at her body, expecting bruises, cuts—anything to show the **** that had held her—but her skin was unmarked, her body in perfect physical condition.

It made no sense.

She felt the weight of her nakedness again and wrapped her arms around herself, trying to ward off the cold creeping into her bones. She couldn’t stay here. She had to find answers, but right now, all she knew was that someone—something—was watching her. And there would be no escape from James Town.

Not yet.