Chapter 94 Ninety four

DANIELLE'S P.O.V.

If there was one good thing about being locked in a room, it was that said room was the pantry which had been stocked full of various food items but most especially snacks. At least I would not be hungry while I bid my time in the room of apparently no escape.

Through the aid of my phone, I had been regularly checking the number of minutes that Adrian and I had spent locked up in that room while hoping that my in-laws, Adrian's family, would decide that they had kept us in the sparsely ventilated room for too long and come to the agreement to release us. However, as the seconds rolled into minutes and those minutes in turn rolled into hours, I came to the realization that Adrian and I were going to be kept captive longer than wither one of them thought we were.

I had tried several and various means of getting the both of us out of the room. These things included knocking profusely on the door in hopes of a passer by hearing, shouting at the top of my longs so as to c