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Chapter 11 - Hidden payments

It had only been a few hours but I had already decided I couldn't stay in the cupboard for as long as a day. It was dark, damp and smelly. Not to mention cramped. All of the old junk that we'd found in unusual places on every shelf was piled in a corner. I didn't even see it until I tripped over it, falling face-first into a shelf, and knocked a stack of papers over onto the floor. We'd overlooked those papers as junk bills for food and stuff, but when I bent down to pick them up, I saw something else: CT

I scanned through the forms looking for anything else, and I found a page that looked like a bill.

Mr and Mrs Tenner,

Please make the confirmation that you are happy with your sale and will not interfere with the future plans of the organization due to personal assumptions based on this sale.
Clare Tenner.................... £5,000

Signed Dr. Rick Martin.

I couldn't believe my eyes. How could they? How could parents possible sell their child to a shitty organization like this? This was something I couldn't tell Clare. And there was no way I'd let her go home to such rotten fuckers.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Clare waking up and stretching out. I stuffed the papers in my jacket pocket. I wanted to keep these. Just in case.

"I think we should be clearing out of here soon," I said. We didn't want to get too comfortable.

"I second that," added Benedict. I didn't even notice he was awake. Something about him felt like he was always watching us.

If we were going to escape, we would need more information on exits and shift times. Information that we could easily get...