I was weak.
There was no denying it. I was weak. The days of being kept tied in one position, the numbness in my feet, the barely adequate food and water, fighting the nauseous feelings all the time and being unlocked barely thrice a day to use the bathroom had made me weak. And not to forget, the panic attack I had had, but at least my hands were loosely tied, tied only enough for me to be able to stretch out of the grip and get out of it at any time.
And still, I couldn't fight my way out of here.
I didn't know where I was. I didn't know how many people were present in that warehouse they were keeping me in, but I knew they were all armed. They had to be. I wasn't strong enough to fight my way out of here, but I also couldn't sit here and so nothing, waiting for Niklaus to show up.
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