Maryanne's POV
"Who are you? And what are you doing in my cell?!"
He held up a hand in my direction in a gesture to stop. I narrowed my eyes at him suspiciously.
"I'm Zachary. I will help you if you will let me." He said in his scary day voice.
"How?"
I probably shouldn't even talk to him and scream any nearby officer to get this man kicked out of my cell. But I was desperate. If he is able to help me, I will take it.
He smirked, "It's not that difficult to get out of here if you really want to. I saw your useless attempt earlier and it was pitiful really. If you want I'll help you get out."
The way he said it seemed so alluring. Like a pot of honey served in front of me, ready to taste it's sweetness.
"What do I have to do?"
"Nothing much. A senior inspector is coming he
