I hoped on my stars that my plan would work. It seemed like I had been locked up for years, meanwhile, it had just been a few days.
According to my observations, a guard comes in twice daily to feed me; I’m guessing morning and night. And, he has been here five times, which means I have been conscious for over forty-eight hours. He will be here soon, so I can execute my plan.
Not long after, the door opened, just like I thought.
‘Hey, can you help me with this?’ I raised my shackled hands, and he c****d his head to the side.
‘It’s too tight, it’s hurting me.’ He hesitated for a moment before agreeing to loosen it up.
I was starting to get nervous as he unlocked the chains on my right hand. When he was done, I seized the opportunity.
‘Take off the second one.’ He looked up and m
