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16. Breakthrough.

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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

To say your heart was loud pounding against your chest would be an understatement, and you were sure Harley would be able to hear it if he listened hard enough. It wasn't the fact your life had been, yet again, flipped on the downside, it was the fact that what you were about to do was literally a choice between life and death.

You'd heard of the game before, and played it multiple times, however, this one was much more serious. You walked closely on Harleys tail, being careful not to make it too obvious you were nervous and the fact that behind your leggings your knees were buckling out of pure anxiety. What you and Harley had agreed on was stupid down right, but if Harry saw eye to eye with you then maybe, just maybe, there was a possible chance all of this nonsense could be subsided, maybe even for a short time.

"You even somewhat sure this might work?" you whispered, trying to keep your lips still in order to gain the least amount of attention possible from the passing guards. Harley glanced over his shoulder, him being moderately taller than yourself. In truth, Harley had no idea if this was going to work or not, but giving you some form of hope, even if it was false, was enough to satisfy his sweaty palms and cold fingers.

"I don't know, but we'll get something out of him I know that" he muttered, keeping his eyes locked forward. Taking a deep breath, you continued to focus on placing your feet correctly in a result of not embarrassing yourself completely.

Despite the nerves, reaching Harry's line of sight was somewhat a relief as you knew the quicker this plan unfolded the quicker you could get out of here. You'd lost count of days, yet you knew it had been somewhat a little less than a week. Who was looking after Tess? Was the door even locked after you left? What if... What about... So many questions.

"Sir, I have someone who wants to see you" Harley announced, gaining the attention of Harry who was standing by Jake at another mans cell door. He looked relaxed, a smile on his face which you knew if you wouldn't be punished you wouldn't think twice about swiping it right off of his lips. You were brought forward with a steady hand, acting as though you were the victim and playing your weak toned stature perfectly.

"What now?" Harry groaned, making your adrenaline rush quietly through your veins. Your blood was boiling, seeming at the edges of your fingertips ready to throw some rounds if no one were to be watching. You looked back to Harley, who gave you a nod of confirmation, before presenting Harry with a one pence piece lying in the cold palm of your hand.

Harry looked at you, before looking down again. He was confused above everything, but also intrigued to see what you were bringing to his table. "And what's this?"