Evils ✓

Chapter XX

I arised in the morning when a barking awoke the kingdom. I was attatched to a ball and chain, making it hard for me to gesture my arms into a yawn. The guards surrounding my cell door sprinted towards the source, leaving me unattended in my torture chamber. Now's the time for me to escape.

I glanced around the room in search of an exit. There was small air pockets through the prison poles, maybe some area for me to squeeze through. The ball and chain...
Before I could escape, I needed to find a tool to rip this device off my leg. What's even slightly helpful in here?

My ideas dissipated when a voice in my head whispered: Rip the bed post off. The bottom is sharp enough to cut off the anklet. Use the ball to lodge open a wider escape area through the bars. Go to the bathroom at the end of the left hallway when you're out.

What?

I followed step by step the specific information I was given. It took me a few tries to grab the bed post hinge and break it off, but when I did, I stumbled backwards and lodged by head in between the low-hanging ceiling and the air conditioning system. I chipped away at the chain connected to my ankle and slid it off my foot. I picked it up using all my muscle and trudged it forward to the cell posts. Using all of my might from head to toe, I swung it backwards, getting myself ready for fire, and brought it forwards. The ball slid out of my grasp into the air, keeping its target locked on, and slid through the cracks, lodging itself between two of the pillars. I stretched my leg, sore as could be, over the ball, and swerved through the opening, bringing the rest of my body outside. I retraced the voice. Take a left and go into the bathroom.

I drifted on the floor, forcing my weight to the left, and ran towards the door. On it wrote, "Bathroom", clearly marking it's usage. I grabbed the handle, ripped the door open, and zoomed forwards without comprehension of what I was actually supposed to do in here. Using my instinct, I fell to the floor, covering my head to make sure I had some dignity.

"Penelope, it's okay, it's just me."

I jumped up and grabbed him tightly, lifting my legs up in glee. He spun me around, giving the same amout of energy back.

He finally let go and pointed towards the window, wide open, the air from outside brushing against our faces.

I reached for his forearm, ready to leap outside and leave, and all I could remember was the sole of my foot leaping off of the floor, so rigid and sore, but so effortlessly easing that I couldn't even remember what foot it was.