Twist continued to sit in the corner with her knees pulled to her chest. She shifted her eyes around frantically, trying to figure out a way for her to escape this hell hole. Everything was secure and closed off so she knew escaping wouldn't be so easy. Oliver was back on his bed, messing with a feather that came out from his pillow.
"Twist. What are you doing?" He said, noticing her quick eye shifts.
She shifted her eyes to meet his.
"N-nothing." She replied with hesitation.
Oliver knew exactly what she was thinking about.
"You can't escape. No matter how hard you try Twist so don't get your hopes up. Take it from someone who has tried countless times before."
She frowned and her eyes met the ground. She looked broken. No escape. She would forever be a hostage in Dema. But she didn't exactly want to give up yet. She was determined to leave this wretched place. She was already there for 4 days. Twist had enough. She wanted to leave and she was planning for her escape. She didn't care what Oliver said in the moment. Twist was gonna get out of there even if it kills her.
"I'll get out of here Oliver. Just believe in me."
He laughed at her comment.
"Are you dumb? You will die out there, trying to leave is a death wish."
"I'll do anything to be free, even if it means I have to die for my freedom." She said sternly.
"Man, you really do not get it do you?"
"What?"
"That pretty little face of yours isn't going no where. Sorry but it's true."
'Did he just call me pretty?' Twist thought to herself, Still looking at Oliver.
"Watch me." She said being confident in what she was saying.
"Wow. someone looks tough." Oliver sarcastically commented, chuckling at his remark.
Twist glared at him then continued to plan her escape. She will not stay here no longer. She refuses to.
