Chapter 87

Anna's Pov

I could feel the chill of the wall against my back. The sensation of darkness and moisture engulfed the room, and one thin ray of light made its way through a tiny hole in the ceiling.

I looked down at Owen beside me - he was curled up in a ball, however, I could see rather than hear that his body was shivering, even in sleep. My heart ached angrily and fearfully.

If I didn’t find a clean way out for us shortly, we were as good as dead.

The skin of my wrists burned like a fire from the ropes that had been lacerating my skin for a better part of the week. They normally restrained us with their trapping hands.

There was only Sufficient food which was enough to keep me going. I rested my eyes on the broken shard of a mirror in my palm. It was not very sharp but it was the only thing I got.

I had come across it cut in a mound wrapped in some heap of clothes before. Since then, I’ve done that whenever there’s a chance, gnawing on the ropes.

I remember my hands were cold, very col