The room was deathly quiet, save for Alex’s furious pounding against the wooden door. "Rosalia, open up!" he pleaded loudly, his voice raw. "Come on, just talk to me!"

Rosalia dared not move toward the lock. If he got inside in her current state, he would take advantage of her. She knew it with terrifying certainty.

Fumbling with hands that felt numb and uncooperative, she tried to open her purse to pull out her phone. Coming to this party was a horrific mistake, and the realization weighed on her chest.

She finally managed to drag her phone out, but as her thumb pressed the power button, the screen stayed completely...