When she had to use the bathroom, he’d stand outside the door and wait for her to come out. Then he’d take her arm, lead her back into the living room, and order her to sit on the sofa beside him. Tori sat like an obedient child, wondering what he was going to do. Then he stood, looked her in the eyes, and commanded, “Sit tight. I’ll be right back.” Tori’s heart leaped with joy. She thought he was headed outside to get something. And she was going to run out the back door. Cody didn’t open the kitchen door. Soon, he walked back into the living room carrying a bottle of Jack Daniel’s and a bottle of Dark Eyes. He poured a shot of vodka for Tori and a shot of Jack for himself. With a cheery voice, he said, “Bottoms up!” Tori shot it down as she chuckled to herself. A little water won’t hurt me. Cody shot his down. He continued to pour shots for both of them and Tori figured it wouldn’t be long before he’d pass out, and then she’d make a run for it. As they sat staring at the TV, pretending to watch a ballgame, Tori nearly jumped off the sofa when she heard a loud pounding on the door.
