Chapter 96: Life or Death
(ARLO)
"Fucker." I glower at Miles. "I could have broken my arm."
Miles smirks. "Oh, well."
"I was almost forgetting. Why should I expect to be treated well by a low-life thug type?"
He rolls over and presents me with his back. "You aren’t exactly an upstanding citizen."
I hesitate for a bit before replying to him. "Why aren’t you sleeping? Shouldn’t you be thinking of a way of getting us out of here?"
"I am thinking."
I should even be grateful that Miles is ignoring me instead of trying to kill me for how I treated him earlier. With us being trapped down here he could as easily do whatever he likes with me. He’s more burly and tougher than me. Then again I don’t have my cattle prod on me. If he wanted to make me suffer the way I made him suffer, he would have little trouble doing it.
I glance around the dark dank room feeling dejected. I’d like to think that Miles will figure out a way to get us both out of here, but I know that there’s no way out. My father used this cellar for decades to hold and torture people. None of them ever came up with an escape plan and actually managed to escape the cellar. Even now as I stand in the middle of the room, I can still smell the rancid stench of urine and blood. I’m angry. The uncouth way that Dalton just left me down here is infuriating.