Chapter 81. Savior

It was on day twenty-three, while she lay on the cold floor torturing herself with memories of her friends and her life before the four walls of captivity, that she realized something. Her hands and mouth were free. It was just like on the first day when she did not even think of trying the door until hours later. She’d been kidnapped so many times she’d forgotten some of the instinctual things one had to do to seek help, like screaming.

Sure enough, she knew they wouldn’t have left her free of binds and a gag if there was a possibility that someone could hear her, and the talk about burying her in the trees did give her the idea that she was not quite in the heart of Manhattan, where her voice could be a valuable weapon for her rescue. Nonetheless, there was a possibility that there was someone on the grounds or nearby who was not in on the plan, and she was well-fed and able to scream.

The possibility presented itself when she heard a rumble through the floor. The sou