Now (Fay) CHAPTER 23

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I'm so fucking nervous, my hands are all sticky and sweaty.
But I'm fucking terrified that this plan won't work.
What if we die in here? What if I'd make everything worse?
They came to get Mandy, and she's the first task on my schedule to get the hell out of here.

A week ago or so, I got to sneak scissors into this dark room when Bruno wasn't paying too much attention.
I got to snatch it from the terrible chamber they torture us in.
Most of the times, they only cut little wounds into our skin. Just to hear us scream in pain.
But I never scream. I keep my mouth shut, even though it hurts like fucking hell.

But the real pain only begins when they touch me. They touch parts of my body, I never want to think of again.
I've never been raped in here. Not yet at least. But every time they touch me, I fear that the day has come and they'll take something from me I'll never be able to gain back.

I don't know why they haven't done it yet. Maybe because they want to see me slowly break. Maybe because they like to see my fucking fear every time they're close to doing it. Or maybe because their boss has strictly forbidden it.
I can't answer this question. But I'm fucking relieved it hasn't happened yet.

If Mandy succeeds at the first task of the plan, we'd already be a step closer to our freedom.
She has to pretend to pass out, so they'd have to call a doctor.
They sure as hell would never send a doctor who'd not know about the situation we're in here. He'll know the most important information of our presence, and that's enough. But he'd never know everything. He just has to do his job.

The moment the doc comes in here, all the eyes will be on him. Because I've realized, that the boss is pretty careful what his new employees concerns. He doesn't trust anybody, only Bruno and the guy that's always with him.
I've never seen his face, only a peek at his muscular backside.

They are always wearing a suit, as if it's pretty important business in here. I hate them with all my heart.
So, the doctor comes to look at Mandy, and I'll have time to vandalize the cameras in this room.
They won't be able to see what I'm doing anymore. The moment they realize that, they'll freak out and will run to the room they've kept us in for months now.

The half of the men will be watching Mandy, trying to get her awake again.
The other half will run here, sweating to their bones in fear what happened. Did I somehow escape? Did I kill myself?
I smile to myself for having this little power over them. The power to make them fear. Sweat.

When they arrive here, one man has to open the closed door.
I'll hide behind it, so he has to come inside the room to look for me. When he doesn't see me, he'll call for his accompliances to help looking for me. Panicking that I've somehow escaped.

I know one of the maybe, 5 men, will wait outside. The one with the keys.
When the fourth's stormed into the room, I'll get out of my hiding place and run through the door. Closing it behind me, and knowing full well that the door always locks the moment it snaps shut.

So, I'm with the last guy now. He'd not expect this sudden outburst, but he'll react fast anyway. Because he's trained for stuff like that.
But I'll have an advantage. I'll have the lead.

With the scissors in my hands I'll go for his throat. Trying to target his lungs. Stopping his respiratory tract immediately.
I'm not stupid, maybe one of the guys- locked in my living hell- has a spare key.
But that's the thing, the moment somebody closes the door in this room, they won't open it from the inside.

Every time, somebody of their colleagues opens it. As if it could not be opened from the inside.
If my assumptions are true, I'll have a second advantage.

And from this point on, I'll really have a chance to escape. But I have to be fast.
Or else, they'll get me before I could even think.
I can't leave Mandy alone, that's for sure.

So after I got the gun from the guy I've killed, I'll search for Mandy. Still hiding till the point I can't do that anymore.
They'll be looking everywhere for me. I won't have much time.

When Mandy thinks she's given me enough time, they'll bring her back to the room.
But they would never think I would be hiding exactly there- very close to our cell. Waiting for Mandy to come back. They would look everywhere but there. Because they'd think I would've ran as fast as I could, trying to escape before they'd catch me.

But I wouldn't. That would be a stupid move in the game we're playing.
Of course I'll get the keys from the guy I've also got the gun from. So when Mandy is back inside the room, I'll open the closed door and escape with her.
Finally escaping my living hell.

If this plan won't work, we'd be so fucking screwed.

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