Drunken consent.

The next few days at the mansion were relatively quiet. Sarah seemed to be better behaved than before and wasn’t actively throwing tantrums. The silent treatment had become much worse, however.

Her daily routine was rather simple. Wake up, eat, take a stroll, shower, and sleep. Aldo was present at every meal, yet they didn’t say as much as one word to each other.

For the most part, Aldo was out working. He would go to town and come back very late but he wouldn’t sleep out. His presence didn’t really matter to her.

She had been searching for routines, patterns in his behavior. Every day on her little promenade, she was actually looking around for exits and trying to find out when it would be safest to make a run for it. Soon enough, she had gathered enough information about the security system to make a move.

The mansion stood cloaked in shadows as Sarah quietly made her way through the corridors, her heart racing with a mix of fear and determination. This time, howev