Anika's pov
I was doing a lot of thinking. My heart drummed, and I paced around trying to figure out what to do. He has locked me up for days, and didn't say anything. No one has come to look for me, but I was more worried than ever.
I was worried about Xander, and the about myself. I was eating, and wasn't able to escape, but not today. I didn't know where Luther went off too, but today was the day I was going to escape. I wasn't going to stay silent anymore. It was time for action.
I picked up the fork, looking at it as I looked at the keyhole. Luckily, I hadn't tried it before, but I preferred to make an effort.
I tried to twist the fork, by placing it against the door, and pulling it. It wasn't easy, and it going to be fine I was sure about it.
I slowly started to bend the fork,
