Marisol
It had been twenty minutes since Tyson had left Gabby and me, and I was well past nervous at this point. We were on the third floor, so it wasn’t that far to get to the basement, yet we hadn’t heard the signal yet.
“Maybe we missed it? I’ve been listening really hard, but with this guy screaming like someone is shoving needles under his fingernails, it’s almost impossible to hear anything else,” Gabby stated.
“I don’t think we missed it, babe. Something is wrong; I can feel it. Maybe there was a guard at the bottom, and he got caught. I don’t know, but it shouldn’t take this long.”
If Tyson was caught, life for the two of us was about to get ten times worse. Once Matilda found out that we were trying to escape, she’d do everything on her power to make us mise
