Page 140 of Caught from Behind
She waves a hand at the door. “Nope. Let’s see it, hotshot.”
Sighing, knowing I won’t get any further, certainly not now that I’ve pissed her off, I reach for the knob.
It turns beneath my fingers and I look over to see the fury on her face when she realizes that she really was struggling to open a door?—
But that’s quickly replaced with dismay.
Because the knob comes off in my hand.
Gaping, I stare at the door, at the empty spot where the handle had once been.
“What the fuck?” she breathes.
Then pushes by me to shove at the door.
It doesn’t budge.
She scrabbles at the metal pieces of the lock, trying to get them to engage?—
They don’t move either.
Slowly, she turns to face me, horror on her face.
Because…
We’re trapped.
