C11 Not Just A Maid

The tension in the air was thick, the night shrouded in an eerie silence broken only by the distant sounds of rustling leaves. The man pinning me down paused at the sound of the voice, his grip loosening just enough for me to breathe.

"Mia," the voice called again, closer and I recognized the person immediately— it was Elise.

Relief and confusion flooded within me