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Grabbing her by the shoulders, I sit her down on the nearest chair.
“Snap out of it,” I command. “Now is not the time to lose our heads. You have to pull it together.”
“We’re going to die,” she repeats.
“No. We won’t,” I yell back.
“You sawhim. I’m as good as dead,” she says between sniffles. “He’s dangerous.”
She’s right. He is. And as much as I’d love to believe that we’ll make it out alive, the truth is, we probably won’t.But we have to try, right?
“What’s your name?” I ask, trying to get her to remember who she is. The strong girl from earlier. She eyes me wearily. “What’s your name?” I repeat.
Her eyes blink several times before she finally whispers, “Stacey Ryan.”
I nod, “That’s right. Stacey Ryan. We need to get out of here and I need your help. Can you help me?” I ask, and she takes a deep breath.
“Yes.”
“Okay.” I smile. “Let’s find a way out of here.”
I help her stand to her feet and she pulls me into a hug. “Thank you, Marina.”
“For what?” I ask, confused.
“For helping me find myself again. For not allowing me to be scared.”
I sigh. “There is plenty to be scared about, Stacey. I’m scared too. But right now, we need to form a plan.”
“Okay.” She nods her head. “What do we do?”
“We search this place.”
A short time later, we’ve managed to come up empty-handed. The place is no more than a fancy prison cell. We’re both sitting on the ground feeling defeated when the door creeps open and two bags are thrown in. I scramble to my feet, but the door is closed quickly, locking us back in.
I pick up one of the bags and open it to find clothes. A pair of black yoga pants, a white tank top, white undies, and a sports bra a size too large are now littering the floor. Stacey dumps her contents as well, finding the same things.
“What am I supposed to do with this?” Stacey grits through her teeth. I eye the contents and can’t help but smile.
“I don’t know about you, but I can run much better in these,” I say, grinning for the first time in days. She grins too.
Hope.
It might be a horrible tease, but it’s the first sign of hope either of us have had in some time. I decide in this moment to cling to it, fiercely. We both hurriedly change into the new clothes.
The door opens once more, and Sarcos comes in with two covered dishes.
“Glad to see you chose to get dressed. I wouldn’t want to have to beat you into submission,” he threatens, lowering the dishes to the ground in front of us.
“I’m pretty sure you were warned not to touch me,” I grit out, and he takes one menacing step toward me.
“You bitch,” he seethes. “You might be safe for now, but you’ll wish I’d killed you before this is all over with.”
“Please,” Stacey begs from beside me. “Just do what you came to do and leave us alone.”
He peruses her body.
“Nobody ever said I couldn’t touch you.” He licks his lips and Stacey recoils.
