As the last word left her lips, she went limp. Unconscious.
"Faith!" John rushed to her side, pressing the call button like a madman.
Only after the doctor confirmed she was stable did he turn back to me. His expression was cold. Devoid of any humanity. He signaled his bodyguards.
"Hold her down."
He pointed to the floor beside Faith's bed.
"Kneel. You aren't leaving this room until she wakes up and you beg for her forgiveness."
I hadn't done anything wrong. Faith was the murderer who killed my child. Why should I apologize to her?
John didn't care about the truth. He knew about my severe claustrophobia, yet he dragged me to the basement and shoved me inside. The heavy door slammed shut, sealing me in absolute darkness.
Panic clawed at my throat. I ignored the searing pain in my vocal cords and screamed, my voice cracking into a jagged rasp. I pounded on the door until my palms were raw and my strength failed me.
No matter how hard I begged, the silence remained unbroken. The darkness pressed against my chest, suffocating, heavy as lead.
John never opened the door.