I got out! Well, kind of. I’m not leaving without the other two, but I should be able to undo their shackles in the next 24 hours, just have to hide the fact that I’m loose from him. He will come and try to stuff us with food again I can tell.
I hear the chain on the door rattle, he’s here again. In he walks, like normal, hooking a bucket on the stairs and coming down to us with an arm full of deep fried lard. Well probably. It seems like the stuff we’d scoop out of the fryer at work. He obviously starved us the first few days to make our metabolism store everything we eat from then onwards. He shoves the extra sugary, double fried and caramelised dough item into each of our mouths and waits for us to chew and swallow, then shoves in another, and funnels the extra creamy milk from the bucket in too. It’s enough to make anyone sick. I’m there’s no doubt we’re going to vomit up everything we just ate, well not so sure about Darrell; he seems to stomach it all rather well. But then using the same bucket, he scoops up our waste and takes it outside, one bucket at a time. I think this means he intends on taking us soon, we all know that it’s not sanitary to eat things that have been living in their own filth.
Later that night I got up and removed the shackles from the position I had them, wrapped around me to look as though I was tied up like normal, and went over to Claudia. She deserves this more than us. I popped the shackles the same as I did my own, and showed her how I managed to make it look as though they were on. Then I went to Darrell, he was in a deep sleep and his snoring was different to usual. I went to undo the first shackle when I heard the rattling chain of the door.
“Quick.” Claudia whispered to me. “He’ll find out if you’re not careful.”
I sprinted as quiet as possible over to my shackles, and managed to close them around me, just not properly, and got the left wrist, I had to keep the right behind me so he didn’t know. I only just managed to do it before he opened the door. The moonlight shone in and lit up the middle of the room. The man went over to Darrell as quiet as possible and held an asthma inhaler to his mouth, it’s a really caring gesture, but I don’t think it’ll last long; at least he’s going to keep us alive a little longer. I sat and waited for him to leave, pretending to sleep so I didn’t draw any unnecessary attention. He left and chained the door.
I undo my shackles and go back to Darrell; I pop the studs and wedge them open, the same as I did mine, and tried to wake him up. I called them to come and help me with the door, but Darrell didn’t respond, I think he’s unconscious. But we had to get out; I grabbed the candle, held it near the door, and got Claudia to hold the doors slightly forward.
“It’s not even locked with an actual padlock.” Claudia told me, pointing at the lock. “We just need to get a hand out to undo the clip.”
It was just a basic c-clip, so I put the candle down on the stairs, just far enough away to not burn ourselves, but close enough to still see. I pushed on the doors to make a crack just big enough for her hand.
“I can’t quite reach!” She winced trying to get her arm further through the door. “Come on!” She grunted.
We kept trying, all through the night and into the next day. In the end we focused on trying to get Darrell up.
