Escape
Raine The damn window wouldn’t budge—painted shut like every horror cliché. I dug the chisel from my overalls pocket, jammed it under the latch, and leaned my full weight into it. It gave with a sharp pop. I winced at the noise, but nothing stirred outside the door. Tapping the corners of the glass softly, I pushed on the frame. It opened—finally. I leaned out to check below. Shit. It was a drop. Not death-defying, but far from graceful. One leg up, then the other. I slid my body through the frame, clinging to the ledge, my fingers scraping against brick. I eased down slowly, toes searching for footing. Then—nothing. I let go. I hit the ground in a heap, pain flaring through my wrist as something sharp bit into my hand. “f**k,” I hissed. Rolling onto my knees, I unzipped the overall
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