Chapter 145: The Will To Escape
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For a moment, I could only stare at the doorway where their voices spilled out, each word tightening a knot of dread in my chest as I finally let myself understand what they were going to do to me.
Consent...
On top of him...
Hold him down...
I’d known these boys were ruthless...Brookstone High practically wore their cruelty like a badge...but I never imagined they’d take it this far. Humiliation? Sure. Cruel pranks? Absolutely...but this? This was something monstrous.
A thin tremor ran down my spine as the reality settled in.
If I stayed here, lying on this filthy ground and waiting for whatever drug they’d given me to wear off, they’d come for me. And when they did, I wouldn’t be able to defend myself. Not like this. Not when my body felt like it was encased in wet cement.
I forced myself to breathe slow, shallow breaths through my nose, careful not to make any noise. My eyes darted around the workshop, searching for anything that could help me. A window. A tool. A phone. I didn’t care what it was; I just needed one lifeline.
I checked my pockets, each movement slow and unsteady. My fingers brushed against nothing but fabric.
No phone.
Fucking hell!