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CHAPTER SIXTY TWO: The Break Room and the Key
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I threw the fabric hook over the bar, testing the weight. It was held. I began to pull myself up, my muscles screaming, the "sour" feeling I’d woken up with returning with a vengeance. I was halfway through the window, one leg hooked over the jagged sill, my body suspended between the nightmare inside and the unknown outside.I looked down at Caramen. She looked so small from up here, a fragile figure illuminated by the ghostly white light."I'm through!" I whispered. "Give me a second to—"I didn't even have the chance to finish the sentence.As I shifted my weight to pull my trailing leg over the ledge, the stack of crates beneath me gave a final, catastrophic shiver. The center of gravity shifted. A plastic corner snapped under the accumulated stress of our hurried stacking.The sound was deafening.The tower disintegrated. Crates scattered like dice across the concrete floor, the "thud" and "clatter" echoing and amplifying against the high ceilings.The sudden loss of support jerk
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The air in the ruin became a thick, stagnant soup of limestone dust and the metallic tang of old blood. I pressed my spine against the jagged edges of one of the concrete slabs, my lungs burning with the effort of keeping my breathing silent. Beside me, Caramen was a statue made of shadow and grief.We had heard them before we saw them. The heavy, rhythmic thud of combat boots against the debris-strewn floor—a sound that had become the metronome of our terror."Don't worry," a familiar voice drifted from the hallway, muffled by the thick, decaying walls but sharp enough to slice through my remaining hope. It was the Colder Voice, the one that sounded like a scalpel. "They have their last night to live now. We move the cargo at dawn."A chill, more visceral than the subterranean cold, raced down my spine. It wasn't just a kidnapping anymore. It looked like an execution.My hand flew to my mouth, my fingers pressing so hard against my lips that I tasted the salt of my own skin. I wanted
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“A distraction?” I asked, my brow furrowed. “What kind of distraction?”“Something loud,” Caramen replied, her eyes gleaming. “Something unexpected. Something that will make them investigate.”“But what could we do? We don't have anything to make a loud noise with.” My voice shook, I stared at my laps.“We have this,” she said, pointing to a loose, fist-sized stone in the wall. “And we have the space.”“You mean… throw it?” I asked, my voice incredulous. “At the wall near the entrance?”“Precisely,” Caramen affirmed, a faint, determined smile playing on her lips. “A well-aimed throw, and they'll scramble to find the source. While they're distracted, we use this long piece of wood to slip into the break room.” She gestured to the stick we'd spotted earlier.I swallowed hard. “But what if they see us? What if they catch us?”“We'll have to be quick. We'll have to be precise. And we'll have to be ready to run if things go wrong.”For the next hour, we planned meticulously. W
Married To A Sex Freak CHAPTER SIXTY TWO: The Break Room and the Key
“Shhhhh… don’t make a sound,” Caramen warned, her eyes darting around the room, instantly reminding me of our precarious perch. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment.Becoming Shadows“So, what do we do first?” I lowered my voice to a whisper.“We observe. We listen. We learn. We become shadows in the night,” Caramen replied. “For now, we go back to our hiding place and observe their routine. We need to know who enters and leaves, and when.”“What if they see us watching them?” The fear was a cold, creeping thing.“They can’t see us. This room is dark, and they only have a few lanterns. We’ll hide in the shadows and stay out of the light. We’ll use the darkness to our advantage.”“And if they find us?” fear accumulating inside me as I swallowed hard.“Then that’s why we need to act fast,” she stressed. “We will run as fast as we can, and we will not stop until we are safe. Survival is our only priority.”I nodded, my heart thumping a heavy rhythm against my ribs. Running w
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“Plan what?” I asked, a sliver of hope cutting through the thick layer of fear.“To escape,” Caramen said, her eyes blazing with a fierce, unwavering determination. “We’re not going to stay here forever. We’re going to find a way out.”I looked at her, a strange mix of apprehension and burgeoning trust swelling in my chest. She was so strong, so utterly resilient. “How long have you been here?” I whispered.“Long enough,” she replied, her voice filled with a profound weariness. “Long enough to know that we have to fight. We have to fight for our lives, for our sanity, for our freedom.”I nodded, the word 'freedom' feeling potent and distant. The dying lantern light cast harsh, dancing shadows across the deep lines etched into Caramen’s weathered face. The silence was heavy, punctuated only by the unnerving drip of water echoing through some unknown source in the vast, subterranean space.“They brought me here in the dead of night,” Caramen continued, her voice a low, dangerous s
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“Caramen,” I repeated the name slowly, a fragile anchor in the dark. “Thank you, Caramen. You saved me.”“We’re both trapped here,” Caramen’s voice was softer now, stronger. “We have to work together if we want to get out.”As the hours dragged, the adrenaline-fueled terror slowly receded, replaced by a deep, gnawing hunger. My stomach twisted, a hollow, insistent ache that sharpened as the faint light of the lantern began to dim, its failing battery casting shadows that stretched and distorted the crumbling room. The cold was a living thing, seeping into my bones.“Caramen,” I whispered, leaning against the cold concrete. “Are you hungry?”A rustling from behind the rubble. “Always,” she replied. “But there’s never anything to eat.”A quick, darting shadow, the scurry of a small body, caught my eye. A rat, disappearing behind a mound of debris. My stomach lurched with revulsion and a horrible, primal anticipation.Suddenly, Caramen moved. She emerged with the speed of a pr
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