The Light Bulb Moment
ays one and two of Therewolf captivity consisted of sewing sequins onto gender-neutral leotards within the confinement of my solitary cell.
Since we were new recruits, the Therewolves didn’t trust us with any important stage crew work, or to be in close contact with one another yet. Separated from my friends and Daniel for a couple of days, I found myself constantly wondering how they were doing. Had they also been driven within an inch of their sanity from so much sewing? Or had they been forced to perform other, equally monotonous tasks like highlighting lines in scripts or shining shoes with smelly polish?
Throughout the ordeal I’d been racking my brain trying to think of a way to escape. But my prison, like that of the others I was sure, lacked much to work wit
