10 min earlier
*Ines*
Has it been an hour ? Surely it has been an hour.
I take a deep breath and try to calm my racing nerves. Why hadn’t anyone thought to install a clock in the bathroom ? Shouldn’t someone have realized that eventually someone would find herself tied up in here and might wish to know the hour ?
Really, it was just a matter of time.
I drum the fingers of my right hand against the floor. Quickly, quickly, index to pinky, index to pinky. My left hand is tied so that the pads of my fingers face up, so I flex, then bend, then flex, then bend, then..
“Eeeeeuuuuuhhh !”
I groan with frustration.
Groan ? Grunt.
Groant .
It should definately have been a word.
Surely it has been an hour. It must have been an hour.
And then…
Footsteps.
I jerk to attention, glaring at t
