CHAPTER EIGHTMallory
Approximately 45 days after capture
“I don’t know how that would work,” I whisper as I look across the table at Jenna.
“We just do it.” She says and looks down at the dried-out bread on her pink melamine plate. She has just shared a plan to help us escape this hell we are in.
We have been held against our will for at least a month now, maybe more. I try to keep track, but whenever they d**g me it’s hard to determine how much time has passed. Sometimes the rooms we are in don’t have windows, and it’s hard to tell the time of day. We were moved to a different building about two weeks ago and have finally been allowed to interact with one another and the other women and girls being held here.
Prior to this recent move, I was locked in a room for days or maybe even we
