23
Janet Webber has gone.
For now, at least. Who knows when she’ll bless us with her presence again. For once I’d happily pray for Necs to burst through the front door and storm the house. At least she’d be the first to go—maybe rip off her f*****g head. It might take them a little more time to find us down here. At least we’d be safe. Well, not exactly safe. Not with these b****y ropes tied around us. So tight. My hands and feet have lost virtually all sensation. I feel they’re gonna go black and drop off any minute. I’ve tried biting through them but had zero effect. And there’s nothing for me to rub them against.
How the hell did I end up here? In this dungeon? I look over to Sammy, but I can’t see him. Just a silhouette. Janet was kind enough to knock off the light before she left.
