Chapter4 The Plan
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..Aaron’s POV
I stood up from the sofa, feeling the weight of exhaustion in my body. I had no choice but to search for some special herbs hidden in a secret compartment on the floor of my kitchen. Only I had the key to it.
I boiled some water and added the herbs, burning a few as I prepared the mixture.
As soon as I inhaled the scent, a sense of peace washed over me. My body relaxed, and when I drank the potion, a fresh wave of energy surged through my veins. I could feel the fatigue lifting. With renewed strength, I teleported myself directly to Morgan’s room. I had already been there before, and now I needed something of hers to complete the location spell.
I couldn’t believe I was doing this for her after everything she’d put me through.
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Anna’s POV
“Hey, wake up! Hey!” I shook her gently as I saw her eyes flutter open.
“What’s your name?” I asked, my voice soft but insistent. She glanced at me for a moment before closing her eyes again.
“No, you can’t do this,” I said urgently. “We need to get out of here.”
She looked at me, her eyes filled with despair. “What for? Huh? What’s the point?” Her voice trembled as she continued, “My family will disown me because I’ve been r***d, and my boyfriend will leave me too. No… I’d rather stay here.”
Her words cut me deep. I felt pity for her, an overwhelming sense of compassion, but I couldn’t let her give up.
“Listen,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “Stop thinking about those who won’t care. What about the ones who do? You need to think about the people who love you. We need to leave this place. And this isn’t a request.” I stepped closer, my tone growing firmer. “Morning will come soon, and they’ll be back. You don’t know what I’ve been through to get to this town, and I’ll be damned if I let myself become a victim of some rapists. You hear me?”
I moved around the room, trying to gather my thoughts. I looked around for my bag so I could call the cops, but to my dismay, it was nowhere to be found. Frustration flooded through me, and I cursed under my breath.
I checked my pockets for anything useful. When I found my Italian knife, I felt a surge of relief. Along with it was my small spray for bad situations. I gripped the knife and started cutting the ropes binding my hands. It took me around twenty-five minutes, but I finally managed to free myself.
My legs felt numb from the awkward position I had been in, but I pushed through the pain. I tucked the knife in my back pocket and moved to the other girl. I began to cut her ropes, and she didn’t hesitate to accept my help.
“Now we need a plan to get out of here,” I said, my voice calm but determined.
“The door’s locked,” she whispered, her head hanging low. “It’s always locked. When they come back from the bar, they’ll be drunk and… they’ll force us.”
Fear spread through me like wildfire. Without thinking, I lunged for the door and began pounding on it with all my strength, but it was no use. The energy I put into it was like trying to push against a brick wall.
I searched the room for anything that could help, grabbing whatever objects I could find. I threw them against the door, but nothing worked. My heart sank. I sank to the floor, defeated for a moment. But then, I forced myself to think.
There had to be a way out.
Finally, a plan began to form in my mind. It wasn’t perfect, but it was the only option we had. I looked back at the girl, determination in my eyes.
“I need your help,” I said, my voice steady. “We can get out of here.”
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