Day 3
My stomach hurt. I could hardly move, for every time i did, i could feel the cuts on my stomach pull apart. I haven't seen the woman since three days ago.
Hawk and i had been trying to work out an escape plan, but it had been hard, since his cuts were closer to healing than mine were, so i hadn't done much moving. She had however let us free of the restraints, and we were now able to walk and move around freely.
The room was small. Maybe 20x20. The only light was a yellow tinted light hanging gingerly from the ceiling. The floor was horribly dirty, covered in dirt and sand, with large puddles of blood spotted around. There was also a wristwatch hanging from a nail on the wall, which was the only way we could tell time. It was cold, what i figured was almost below freezing, which wasn't a pleasing situation. But, this whole thing was extremely hellish.
2:49am -
I was awakened by a loud, metallic clang on the door. It happened once more, before the door slowly creaked open. Hawk sat up, his arms balancing his body. In walked Bucky. He stared at me, then over at Hawk, making his way to the center of the room. "Well? What are you waiting for? Her to come back?"
He walked to me and picked me up and carried me out of the building, Hawk walking behind us. I could feel the cold harsh metal of his arm on the gaping knife hole on my back. He sat me down outside. It was dark, the only light from the moon.
The moon.
