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I swear I’ve had worse than this.

Like that time when…

No.

This is the worst.

My heartbeat picks up when it should be slowing, and I don’t know which drugs they just fed me, but I start to sweat.

I wiggle, almost screaming in despair.

But then my fingers twitch and I make a happy gasp.

Noelle’s beating loosened my wrist ropes.

I work them hard, not caring if my skin tears. Have to slither free.

Have to save myself.

It takes a long, long time.

My wrists bleed and my temperature climbs. I manage not to panic until the first cramp stabs my belly like pitchfork tines, and the room blooms with overbaked crème brûlée.

I’m full-body trembling when I finally shake off the ropes.

Bloody, battered, but free.

I have a chance.

Noelle didn’t lock the cage, so even shaking, it only takes a minute to break out.

I tumble onto the floor, then stumble to my feet, crawling for the door.

I’m there by the time I remember there’ll be guards.

Only, there aren’t.

There’s just a narrow hall.

I wrench to my feet, almost pass out from standing, and then brace against the wall as I shamble.

Can’t even walk straight.

Like I’m drunk.

But then I pass a round window and holy fucking nautical hell.

There’s nothing but waves to the horizon.

Boat.

Ocean.

Wyvern Pack had better come for me.

If they can’t pull off a rescue…

I need that airplane toilet meteor and a total fucking miracle.

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