Chapter 8: Descent into Darkness

The shadows on the walls seemed to deepen, as if they too were responding to the malevolent energy that filled the room. Mr. Jenkins' hand remained on her thigh, his fingers slowly moving in a way that made Sophie's skin crawl. She tried to push the image out of her mind, but it was there, seared into her brain like a branding iron. As he applied gentle pressure, Sophie felt a wave of revulsion wash over her. His fingers brushed against her, a clumsy, vulgar touch that made her want to scream. She bit her lip, hard, trying to keep her mouth shut. Mr. Jenkins seemed to take her silence as a sign of encouragement, his hand moving again. Sophie's eyes widened in horror as he started to undo the buttons on her pants. She felt a chill run down her spine, her heart racing with fear. She knew she had to think fast, to come up with a plan to get out of this situation. But her mind was a blank, her thoughts scattered and disjointed. Mr. Jenkins' eyes gleamed with excitement, his pupils dilating as he leaned in closer. Sophie could smell his breath, a noxious mix of cigar smoke and stale air. She felt like she was going to be sick. "Don't make this any harder than it has to be, Sophie," he whispered, his voice low and menacing. "You know you want this. You need this." Sophie's eyes flashed with anger, but she kept her mouth shut. She knew that she had to keep him talking, to keep him distracted. She couldn't let him see her fear, her weakness. As he continued to undo her pants, Sophie felt a wave of panic wash over her. She was trapped, and she knew it. Mr. Jenkins had her right where he wanted her, and she didn't know how to escape. The darkness seemed to close in around her, a suffocating presence that threatened to consume her whole. Mr. Jenkins' fingers slipped inside her pants, his touch sending a wave of revulsion through her. Sophie felt like she was going to vomit, her stomach churning with fear. She tried to push his hand away, but he held her in place, his grip like a vice. "Please," she whispered, trying to keep her voice steady. "Stop." But Mr. Jenkins just laughed, his eyes glinting with excitement. "You know you want this, Sophie," he repeated, his voice dripping with condescension. "You're just trying to play hard to get." Sophie's eyes welled up with tears, her vision blurring. She felt like she was losing control, like she was slipping away into a dark and endless abyss. And then, just as suddenly as it had started, everything went black.