C109 The Trap

Rose’s POV

“I will not,” he said. “Just trust me for a little more.”

He guided me forward. I heard his footsteps beside me, steady, but his breathing was fast and nervous. My shoes hit uneven concrete, then something hollow like metal flooring.

Another set of footsteps approached. They were heavier, scraping the ground. A man’s voice came next. It was deep and heavily accented