I stood there for a long minute just looking at the door, tears stinging the back of my eyes. I could still feel him behind me, although his hand was no longer on the door.

"Please let me go," I managed to say, my hand reaching for the door knob.

It was locked, and no amount of pulling would make it budge.

I turned slowly, realizing that there was no way I could not. My freedom was in his hands, and I was trapped.

He stepped away from me, his eyes cold and emotionless, as he sat on ...