Seperate Sins

Before we fell

I unlocked the cell door with caution, keeping my eyes down on the lock as his eyes glued to my face.
I refused to look up and let him see the fear in my eyes. I can not show that I am afraid.
Never.

As I heard the cell door unlock, I looked up at the stranger who slowly pushed the door open.
He slowly walked out one step after the next, as if it were the first time he walked until he finally exited the cage.
His eyes glanced up at me and nodded his head once, for thanking me.

I felt bad, for keeping him locked in here like an animal. It didn't seem right to keep him in here, but I wasn't going to let him go so easy.
I extended my hand out making him stop, "What's your name?"

He smirked, his tired eyes looking up at me. He cocked his head to the left  keeping eye contact with me, "Malcom."

I looked around the dungeon  to make sure no one was looking, "Alright Mr. Malcom. We gotta get out of here before someone notices that you've gone missing."

He crossed his arms, "You really think I'm not going to try to escape?"

I locked the cell door as I turned around trying to get the key out of the hole, "You'd have tried to escape already," I got the key out and put it on a nail by the cell and started walking motioning for him to follow me, "And you're still a prisoner. You just don't... need to be in here."

He started jogging up to my pace as we walked through the dungeon floors, "Kind of dangerous to walk through the main floor don't you think? With the guards and maids and others.."

I stopped in my tracks. He was right.  Then I remembered something my mother told me when I was little,
The walls moved.

In case of an invasion of kingdoms and we needed a quick way to escape we'd  to through the walls, "The walls." I said abruptly.

He groaned, "Yes. There's walls. And there's also a floor and a rat in the corner and a dog in a dress next to me, we need a way to escape."

I snapped my face towards him, "No you benevolent roach. There's passage ways in the walls where we can avoid everyone. Start feeling on the walls for a latch or something different."

The stranger pressed his hands on the nearest wall near us and said, "Found it."

My eyes lit up. "Gosh really?" I say looking at the wall.

"No," he says trailing his hand over a different wall, " You really think it's that easy to-"

As he was rambling on I started Walking the opposite direction with my hands trailing over the walls trying to find something. And that's when I felt it. A wall shift.

"I found it!" I said hearing guards walking down the steps. These guards are the drunken ones. Not aware of anything. Which is why they're guards of the dungeon.
Because their the mean ones.
Even to me.

I started pushing on the wall with my shoulder trying to move it, it wouldn't budge. I groaned in frustration

The stranger shushed me and said, "Stand back, I got this.   This is not a woman's work. I believe I can-"

I shoved my full body against then wall until it finally shifted and I fell onto the floor beyond the wall.
I pressed my hands against the cement floor trying to push myself off of the floor, but I couldn't.

I could hear my groaning and cries throughout the echoing dark hallway ahead. No light. Just darkness.

Before I knew what was happening next I felt Malcom arm tuck under my stomach and pick me up, putting my back to his chest, "I have to close the wall."