I can hear him downstairs; he’s opening cupboards in the kitchen. Cowering down in the corner of the wardrobe, I try not to make a sound. Then I hear him. He’s coming up the stairs, taunting me.

“I know you’re here, I will find you.”

My heart quickened as I heard him searching the bedroom. Then his shadow appeared at the bottom of the door. Just one more minute and I’d be safe.

“Found you, now let me see. Under five minutes, yes, my sex-slave for the evening.”

Bugger, when I won I only asked him to wash the car.

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