Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 864

This factory was massive-so huge that Clara had only managed to check out the outermost edges so far.

Gun in hand, she made her rounds through the dim corridors until she spotted Charles doing the same. Their eyes met for a split second, both silently acknowledging the other's presence before looking away. No words needed- they both knew what the other was up to: using their cover to dig for answers.

The place was a mess of accents and languages, but thankfully, the workers came from all over-even a few from her own country.

During lunch break, Clara sat down next to another guard on patrol. Here, nobody had a real name, just a number. She was 211. He was 107.

"Hey, 107, have you noticed all the deaths lately? It's getting out of hand," she asked, keeping her voice low.

107 glanced over, barely pausing as he ate. Clara was about to push for more when he spoke first. "How'd you get in here?"

Her hand tightened around her spoon. That was fast. She'd only asked a question -how had he pegged her as an outsider so quickly?

You must know by now-whatever they're making here sells for a ridiculous amount. The boss has made a fortune, but he's stuck in this dump of a country. He can't leave -he's still on the wanted list. If he steps outside, he's dead. But

clue where

was talking-he knew she wouldn't make it out alive. No one ever did. To 107, she was

once, too, only to realize there was no escape and end up

to one of those old North American families. He even brought a little kid can't

A kid?

back down, lowering her voice. "You know a lot. Why haven't you tried escaping? You were an

107 stared at

ather,

calm as ever.

me that. Every one of them died. I hope you last longer. This place isn't like the world you know around here life's worth nothing one wrong move, and you're dead. I've been here four years. Every day, I see ten people die

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