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,

and it's only three steps before

me where I am.

know these stones intimately, the boundaries of what

voice

there?"

me. I hold my

Maybe I imagined it all, my mind playing cruel tricks after so much isolation. Disappointment threatens to crush me, but I refuse to give in to despair.

warring within me. What if it's not a rescue? What if it's something worse? Images of 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

to pry something open. Could they be working on the

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Still, nothing.

getting louder makes me cringe. What if I alert

to be

To wait and see.

or whoever might be on the other side. "Please let

me as I sink to my knees. The cold seeps through my thin clothing, but I barely notice. I'm always cold, anyway.

attention is focused on that sound,

noises continue, sometimes loud, sometimes so faint I wonder if I'm imagining them. I dig my nails

my throat. The wall moves, sliding open just as

light from

Randall?” a voice whispers.

by the time he's standing in front of fod in a dark robe, he's perhaps as

"Who are you?"

Is your name Lisa Randall?” His words are snappy, even

"Yes."

for extraction.

rattle the chains holding me to the

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

Shoving the hood of his robe back, I'm shocked to see a weathered face and short, spikey

And so, so small.

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