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Escape… or Not.

Author: Precious Edmund
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-08-30 17:54:29

_Amelie’s POV_

Do you know that sickening drop you get in your stomach when you realize you’ve just gone from bad to worse? That was me, standing barefoot in a dim hallway, my cut wrists stinging, my breath ragged, staring up at the little red light of a camera.

I froze.

I wasn't fucked. But I was going to be if I didn't find a way to fix this right now.

That blinking dot felt like an eye watching me, laughing at me. For a heartbeat, I thought about bolting back into the room and pretending I’d never left. But no—too late. The camera had seen me. Whoever was behind it was already watching.

And it would be great extremely stupid to go back to the room you had escaped from just because you got caught.

I lifted my chin, ignoring the tremble in my legs. “Enjoy the show,” I hissed, glaring right into the lens. “Because when they find me, you’re dead. You hear me? Dead.”

My voice echoed faintly, bouncing down the corridor. My pulse was thundering in my ears, but saying it gave me just eno
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