Escape Plan

Althaia

I swung the door open, holding the hairpin tightly in my hand. I stopped at the doorway and just looked at them, feeling the tension between them. I couldn’t do anything since Cara was looking at Maso, not prepared, and Maso was keeping a sharp gaze at me. I wanted to shout at Cara for not being ready, and possibly wasting our only chance. I couldn’t do this on my own.

“Turn around and put your hands on the wall.”

“What, why?” I asked, my heart leaping to my throat and my hands started to get sweaty.

Fuck, I’m going to get caught.

“I said turn around -”

“She can’t!” Cara finally snapped out of whatever was going on with her and came to my rescue.

“I need help since I can’t really do anything in this big dress.” She continued and gestured to her dress. Maso’s eyes narrowed as he looked at me. His eyes continued down, stopping by my hands where I had them both into fists.

“Hands on the wall, now!” He snapped. I took a step back when he came closer to me, and I sent a pan