Tangled

Chapter 228

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228 Lisa: Rescue?

An odd scraping has me waking in the middle of the night, when even the faint light from the high-up window has disappeared.

The sounds are irregular, not at all patterned, which I've come to learn means that there's either a person or animal behind it. I hope it isn't a rat.

Sitting up, I strain my ears, past the thudding of my heart against my ribs. More odd sounds echo around me. A soft scuffle comes > from outside the wall where Marisol usually appears with my

meager meals. My breath catches in my throat.

That mysterious note comes to mind.

Could it be? After all this time, has someone finally come for me?

Hope surges through my veins, making me dizzy. I press a hand to my chest, trying to calm my racing heart. Slow, deep breaths that expand my ribs and reduce my pulse rate to a level that doesn't have me woozy with the rush of blood.

My muscles are weak, despite the squat and other stretches I work on daily, trying to keep myself as in shape as I can.

How long have I been in this hellhole? Days? Weeks? It's impossible to tell without windows or any sense of time passing. I'm not even sure my meals arrive daily; sometimes, I think it's two or three times a day. Other times, it's as though a day or two passes between them.

The cycle of night and day here seems different, too. Which is an

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odd thing to think, but time just doesn't seem right.

The scraping sound comes again, closer this time. I take a tentative step forward, then another. My legs shake beneath me,

out at any moment, and it's only three steps before the manacles

me where I am.

these stones intimately, the boundaries of what little

whisper, my voice

there?"

I hold my breath, straining

tricks after so much isolation. Disappointment threatens to crush me, but I refuse

my captor flash through my mind, but I shove them away. I haven't seen him since he first brought me here, and I don't want to somehow summon his presence with my thoughts. No, I can't think about that now. I have to focus

insistent this time. It's as if someone's trying to pry something open. Could they be working

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Still, nothing.

me

better to

To wait and see.

talking to God or whoever

me, threatening to give out. I slide down, my eyes fixed on the wall in front of me as I sink to

attention is focused on that sound,

I wonder if I'm imagining them. I dig my

click. I scramble to my feet, heart in my throat. The wall moves, sliding open just as it does when Marisol brings

stands in the doorway, backlit by dim light from the hallway beyond. I can't

Randall?” a voice whispers. Male,

time he's standing in front of fod in a dark robe, he's perhaps as tall as my hip. 220 Lisa:

"Who are you?"

your name Lisa Randall?” His words are snappy,

"Yes."

have an order for extraction. You coming, or

the chains holding me

"I can't. I'm stuck."

his robe back, I'm shocked to see a weathered face

And so, so small.

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