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The escape
Jordyn's POV
I saw her through the hidden camera so perfectly hidden behind a clear tile. I saw her shiver and bundle herself. I saw her looking for her escape. She wouldn't find it. She looked so small in the hole as she stood on her tip toes and found the grooves to the door with no handle, no way out.
As I waited for her panic to set in all I noticed was how she was oddly calm. She appeared to be in and out of sleep. She must be exhausted. She bundled her sack into a makeshift pillow and drifted off. I must have dozed off myself because when I awoke I saw her digging through her old sack. She pulled out what appeared to be a long stick. A toothbrush? She began testing the exit. "Hm, maybe she will escape quicker than I expected," I thought to myself out loud. She is smart. Images flooded my mind of the fun that would ensue upon her escape. I pictured the inevitable chase when she would run in fear. I focused on the monitor again when I heard the click of the lock being freed. "Showtime," I sing to myself.Related chapters
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