When someone arrived with the blankets, Chantelle pretended to be asleep, having taken the foetal position once more. Through slitted eyes she studied the young woman who pushed two blankets and, praise be, a pillow through the bars. If she were at her peak might she make it to her feet and grab hold before the woman stepped out of reach? Hard to be certain and she was far from her best. Besides, even if she grabbed hold, if the woman didn’t have a key, it wouldn’t free her from the cage. If she threatened the woman’s life…Hard to judge the consequences. She had no way of knowing what kind of relationship the woman shared with the kidnapper. She might be a victim, like Chantelle. Or mean nothing to the man. He might stand by while Chantelle broke her neck…not an action she would take. Not
