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 the manacles

me where I am.

know these stones intimately, the boundaries of what

my voice hoarse

there?"

I hold my breath,

after so much isolation. Disappointment threatens to crush

muffled thud makes me jump. It's definitely coming from beyond the wall. My heart races even faster, hope and fear 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

something open. Could they be working on the mechanism that opens my cell? "Hello?" I

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Still, nothing.

getting louder makes me cringe. What if I alert

better to

To wait and see.

if I'm talking to God or whoever might be on the other

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

on that sound, willing

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

throat. The wall moves, sliding open just as it does when Marisol brings my meals. But it's

the doorway, backlit by dim light from the hallway beyond. I can't make out their

Randall?” a voice whispers. Male,

his height shrinks dramatically. A trick of the light, perhaps? But by the time he's standing in front of fod in a dark

"Who are you?"

Lisa Randall?” His words are

"Yes."

for

I rattle the chains

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

shocked to see a weathered face and short, spikey white hair. He's

And so, so small.

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