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taken residence in my gut, and I knew for damn sure there was no room for food.
    “Suit yourself. The guest room is down the hall and to the left.” Her voice was dismissive, flippant. Almost like I was annoying her and she needed me to get out of her face.
    Didn’t need to tell me twice. Before I could blink, I turned and left the kitchen, my jerky movements fueled more by anger than fear. I didn’t want to admit to her or myself that her dismissal hurt.
    Pushing my way through the last door in the hall, I flicked on the light and found myself in a rather large room with a nice-sized bed and an en suite bathroom. I immediately closed the door behind me and pressed my back against the cold wood, feeling a bit better by the barrier between the beast and myself.
    So many questions were rattling through my brain, yet I knew I didn’t have the guts to go back out there. Not yet anyway.
    Before I could think any further, my body seemed to gravitate toward the bed, exhaustion suddenly seeping through my body, saturating my muscles like a drug.
    Collapsing on the plush surface and allowing myself to succumb to sleep, I couldn’t help but notice how different the world looked from this perspective—from the outlook of a dead man walking.

The Snooping
    It was light out when I suddenly startled awake, my body drenched in sweat with the heat of the sun beating on me through the window. My boots were still on my feet, the soles caked in dried dirt, dangling off the side of the bed like some drunkard.
    Peeling my face from the soft covers, I looked around and noticed just how nice this room was—the exact opposite of my soil-covered body and the single rose perched near one of the windows. What was up with her and roses? Made me wonder just how beastly she really was.
    I could see the view of the sun-filled sky along the ridges of the mountains through the large floor-to-ceiling window adorning one wall. It was breathtaking and seemed all too cruel considering I had knowledge I wouldn’t be able to enjoy it for long.
    I suddenly realized how foolish it was to just go and pass out like I’d done. What if she came into the room and did me in while I was asleep? Obviously she didn’t because I could feel my heart still beating in my chest and my breath wafting rapidly through my lips, but the aches and pains of my body made me wish she had done it just so I didn’t have to deal with the agony.
    My mouth felt like cotton as I pushed myself up to a sitting position, my muscles screaming at me for the sudden movement after years of neglect. I wondered what time it was. Was she nocturnal like most beasts of the night? Or would she be awake during the day? I was parched, but I also didn’t know if I really wanted a run-in with my captor right now.
    Sliding my boots off my feet so as not to make any noise, I relieved myself in the bathroom and cleaned up a bit before tiptoeing down the hallway toward the kitchen. The house seemed quiet, save for my loud breaths as I tried desperately to steel my nerves.
    My eyes tracked all the claw marks that decorated the walls, almost as if the scratches were done on purpose—a careful and cruel reminder of who owned the place. I continued my quiet pace on high alert as I pushed my way through the kitchen door. A squeaking sound had me covering my mouth, certain she would hear. I almost told the door to shush and not give away my location. Oh, if only these walls and doors could actually talk…
    Opening the industrial-sized fridge, I was shocked to find it fully stocked with normal human food. My mouth watered at the sight of milk, and I immediately went in search for some cereal to go with it. I hit the jackpot when I peered into the pantry to my right—a box of Fruit Loops just calling out my name. I never pegged the beast to be a Toucan Sam fan.
    Pouring the cereal and taking each bite was hard work when I was trying to be all ninja-like and quiet, but the noise I was making didn’t seem to