Tangled

Chapter 228

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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,

three steps before the manacles yank against my wrists and

me where I am.

the boundaries of what little movement

my voice hoarse from disuse.

there?"

my

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

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 presence with

as if someone's trying to pry something open. Could they be working on the mechanism that opens my cell? "Hello?" I call

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Still, nothing.

me cringe.

better to

To wait and see.

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

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

that sound, willing it

wonder if I'm imagining them. I dig my nails into my palms, the pain keeping

to my feet, heart in my throat. The wall moves, sliding open just as it does when Marisol brings my meals. But it's not Marisol

backlit by dim light from

a voice

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

"Who are you?"

mind. Is your name Lisa Randall?” His words

"Yes."

have an order for extraction. You coming,

rattle the chains holding

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

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

And so, so small.

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