Mina
Just as the realization was starting to choke me, the door creaked open. Both of us froze, and our fearful eyes scanned the figure blocking the only entrance of the rays of the sun. It was one of the guards, his face grim as he looked between us, ready to bark out orders.
“Back to your stations,” he ordered in a low but clearly bitter voice. He was probably forced to be here or something. However, both of us were relieved. I glanced at Stacy, who gave me a weak nod, wiping the fear from her face as best she could. I did the same, trying to steady my breathing. We couldn’t afford to look weak, even though we were the imprisoned ones.
As I turned to walk back to my spot, I caught a glimpse of the crumpled contract still clutched in my hand. Urgh! It felt heavier than it had moments a
