Freedom never smelled so good. Spurred by a rising excitement far more wholesome than the anxiety that’s kept my heart pounding since I first started rubbing that rope on the stone, I begin squeezing my way through the window.
Damn, it’s a tight fit! Luckily I’ve lost weight in my imprisonment. I scrape my already badly damaged breasts and buttocks something fierce but within minutes I’m out. Heart pounding so hard I can feel it behind my eyeballs, I take the time and risk of closing that creaky window again, not wanting the gas to escape. Then I rise from my knees and look around.
All is still middle-of-the-night quiet. I’m outside a house in a slum down by the same secondary harbor where I bought poor Drew. Dawn is still a couple of hours off. Elated at my escape I give the sleeping h
