CHAPTER 30
BROKEN PROMISE
The next morning, Elena extended her legs against the cage and pushed with all her might. She kicked the door with its padlocked key, but it wouldn’t budge. Several more kicks left her puffing. It was no use. She couldn’t get out of the cage. It was too tightly locked.
She rubbed the side of her neck, feeling the cricks, and exhaled. Her whole body was stiff, and a migraine pressed hard against her eyes and head. She was helpless and weak and would never get out of here. This man would probably keep her here to die, possibly feeding her less and less every day. Heavy footsteps sounded on the floor, and the man came in wearing a long coat, a wide-brimmed hat, and the clown mask. This time he sat on the ground and stared. Out of one pocket, he took a plastic-wrap
