Escape

Chapter Eleven

Olivia was confused. How did she return to her cell from the wide spread of pavement she had recently been standing on?
She curled up into a compact ball, her arms wrapped tightly around her shivering legs.
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Olivia had been sitting there for days. She went by starved, as she hadn't ate over the span of five days.
Olivia felt the most vulnerable she had in a long time. Her clothes were weak and in tatters, and her body had thinned through lack of food. Her hair was rough and messy, broken curls resting on her cheeks. Her skin was dirty, stained from the dusty floor of her new cell.
However, most of all, she was going mentally  insane, her mind bending in different ways, twisting and turning against her will.
She thought of the man without a name. He seemed so helpful, but direct. Gentle, yet harsh.
Olivia's body ached, along with her mind. Her thoughts instantaneously returning to the man without a name.
Slowly, her head lolled back, as her heavy eyelids closed, sealing her sight in darkness, as hunger and exhaustion dragged her into the dark depths of an unconscious sleep.
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Olivia woke when she heard a rattling on the iron door encasing her. She scrambled to her feet, only to see him walk through the door. She stared blankly at him as he placed a tray on the hard, cold floor.
When he stood again he simply stared at her.
Olivia surprised herself when her voice reached out, piercing the silence.
"What's your name?" She asked, her voice wavering nonetheless.
His eyes were steadily trained on her, betraying no sign of fear.
"Thomas. My name is Thomas. "
"Are you scared of me Thomas?" Olivia asked, slowly gaining control of her voice.
"No." He answered, "I'm petrified. "