The sound of scraping stilled her heart. She held her breath. He was coming. It had to be him. The scraping grew louder. She spied a large wardrobe on the far side of the room. A large sheet draped across. She began to work her way through the tower of sheet-covered furniture. She paused. The notion occurred to her he would look there first. It was obvious. She looked around frantically for another spot. A sofa lay nearby with boxes piled on top.
The tears rolled down her burning cheeks. Her eyes stung from the heat within her. She had been running and the exertion had drained her. Marianne drew in deep breaths to calm her beating heart. Her chest screamed with each breath. Her lungs confined in the tight corset threatened to burst. Wiping the tears from her face, she frantically looked for a place to hide. She had found an unlocked door in the mansion. She was fortunate to have found a forgotten room. The scraping rung in her ears, he was even nearer to the room. She glanced toward the door. Had she closed it? Had she bothered to lock it? There was no time now. She hurried to the sofa. Getting down on the floor in corset and dress was not an easy task. She lay on her stomach scooting herself beneath the covered sofa. She could see some the flooring through the small gap between sheet and floor. The scraping stopped. She tried not to panic. “Marianne…I know you’re near. Dearest Marianne,” his deep voice called. Silence followed. She closed her eyes as her heart beat frantically. “Dearest Marianne,” the voice pleaded. The doorknob jiggled. Her heart stopped. The creak of the door signaled it had been opened. His boots thumped on the floorboards with each step. She trembled as she could see his boots across the room. He stopped. Was he listening? Each breath was painful as she tried to be silent. Tears filled her eyes. He turned. She could see his boots draw nearer. “Marianne. My dove. I do not like playing such childish games. Nor does Frederick.” At the mention of Frederick’s name her heart sunk. She peeked down to see if she could make out where he was. Something fell and rolled toward her. She locked her gaze with a pair of eyes staring back. She screamed. Fredrick’s bloody head stared back at her.
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