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I catch Sammi’s face and this time, I really do regret my words.

“I didn’t mean…”

“It’s okay,” she says with a sad smile. “I know what I am, and I know what you must think of me.”

Guilt gnaws at me.

“Like I said before, I don’t judge you for the shit you’ve needed to do to survive,” I tell her.

“Then why do you judge yourself for what you may need to do to survive? Whether it’s a shitty choice or not, at least you have choices,” she says before moving away and curling back up the corner. Part of me wants to respond, but her words stop me short.

In a way she is right. Maybe if I agree to help them, I can find a way to help Ax. Get him out or something. But if Dick makes good on his promise and sells me to traffickers, I’m fucked.

My skin crawls at the thought of some of the stories I’ve heard. If you are lucky, they kill you and sell your organs and parts on the black market. If not, then you are kept and used, whether for slavery, or labor, or sex. Those types of traffickers are men who keep people’s mind and body locked down tight. They take people and twist and abuse them until they are used up husks and ultimately, expendable. If Josh hadn’t saved me that night so long ago, I would be long dead by now.

I rub my hand down my face and sigh before a thought crosses my mind and I chuckle to myself.

Or there’s still option three.

Make a weapon and break out of this fucking place.

My eyes drift over the cell for the millionth time, looking for angles or opportunities. Shame I didn’t have more time at ‘grandma’s house’ earlier, but alas, will have to make do with what we have. Unless…

If I “help” the guards, I can get a weapon and figure out the layout. My mind begins to race with the possibilities. How would they expect me to lead The Tomb? Or control it anyway. Even I’m amazed it’s gone as well as it has.

Then again, an inmate did give my sorry ass up to the fucking guards.

Maybe I wasn’t so great after all.

If I agree to help them, I presume I can at least get another meeting at Grandma’s or something. Anything outside of this room is better and gives infinitely more options for weapons. Although that also means I have to deal with Dick again. I shudder just thinking about him.

My gaze falls onto the woman in the corner. Maybe she has some ideas before I have to resort to that. Something I haven’t thought of.

“Sammi?” I don’t whisper but keep my voice low too. I don’t think she’s asleep yet, her body looks too tense, but I’ll give her the out if she wants it.

“What?” She replies terse, not turning to look at me.

“Do you know how to fight?”

Her shoulders bunch even more as she slowly sits up and turns to me. Other than looking somewhat wary, I am having trouble picking up on what she’s thinking. I’m a lot better at reading men, if I’m being honest.

“No,” she finally says shortly, her chin lifting just a smidge higher. I doubt there is much I can say to convince her I really don’t judge her for what she’s done. Really, I don’t.

“If we can get a couple weapons, I can teach you a few things,” I tell her, scuffling over to her and keeping my voice a low whisper, “I’m pretty good, we can get out of here.”

Sammi’s eyes widen as I continue, like this wasn’t even something she would consider.

“I-I don’t know about that,” she says, shifting her weight a bit.

Sighing, I give her my best ‘are you kidding me’ look. She looks kind of confused, so I stop making that face and resolve to try it again in the mirror sometime.

“Are you really going to sit back and let them keep you prisoner? Sell or rape you or whatever?”

Her eyes narrow at me. “I’ve been sold and raped all my life,” she retorts bitterly, “You think I wouldn’t have fucking stabbed someone if I could have a long time ago?”

I bite the side of my tongue, knowing she won’t want the pity that my first reaction to that statement brings. I’ve seen girls just like her tons of times while traveling. I know they truly don’t have a choice. They weren’t raised to fight like I was.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper with sincerity, “You’re right, I don’t know your life or what you’ve been through. But I am telling you now, I can get us out of here. Both of us. But I do need your help.”

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