Chapter 15

The bloodthirsty prisoner

 

Instead of waking to freedom, I woke to everything around me darkened so I couldn’t see my surroundings at all.

I wasn’t in the cage anymore. Instead, I was lying on cold tiles in an empty room.

To my right and left, thick glass walls had been placed, but each had six tiny breathing-holes drilled in. Each one was only big enough for a finger to pass through, so escape was not possible. I did notice that there was the faint outline of a door in the right side of the glass in front of me. There was nothing blocking my path to a vast aisle of tiles that was brightly lit between this row of rooms and the next across it. If I could get to that door, I could get out of here.

I looked down at my broken arm, to see it had been cleaned and shaved. There was no blood, only stitches, where the bullet holes had been. A thin, white webbing had been anchored to my arm to strengthen it and alleviate any pain.

With tender steps, I went to inspect the glass door