Isla's POV
When I woke up again, I was in the storage room again, but this time some of the boxes had been pushed aside to make room for a cot and a small chest of drawers.
Every single one of my muscles ached, but I still forced myself upright, worried now about my phone.
Thankfully, the boxes that kept it hidden were in the same place, and my phone was still safely beneath them.
Turning on the screen, I could see that Martha had called me a dozen times and messaged even more than that.
Maybe now, alone in my room, I could finally get a hold of her and coordinate an escape plan. If we could get the police involved, then maybe I could be saved.
I unlocked the phone, went to the text thread with Martha –
The phone went dead. Cursing lightly, I tried to turn it on again, but it gave
