11:00am

Another whistle blows telling us it's time to go back inside.

"See you guys later," I tell Alex and Danielle and pull myself from the ground, lazily making my way over to the single file line.

A nap... I could really use a nap right now.

12:30pm

Oh my... that smells so good. The smell pulls me right out of sleep, straight out of my bed, and over to the table carrying the source of that mouthwatering smell- a grilled chicken sandwich, cheese oozing out the sides, a small salad, a bag of chips, apple juice, and water.

They could hide poison in this food, and I think I'd still eat it.

I'm not sure how long it's been sitting here and there's no sign of anyone outside either. I hope it hasn't been here so long that they'll come back for it before I can eat it.

12:45pm

Yeah... they could have come back for that plate ten minutes ago and it would have been licked clean already.

2:00pm

The warm water sprays against my neck, falling down my body. I watch as it pools at my feet, swirling around and down the drain. Ten minutes and they'll shut the water off on me, but I'll enjoy every minute until they do so.

I stretch my neck to the right and then to the left, the hot water loosening every tense muscle. Turning around, I let the water fall onto the top of my head and down my face, losing myself in the momentary calm.

Will I ever leave this place?

3:00 pm

Thirty-seven square tiles line the ceiling of my small room. I just get finished counting them when I see Jenkins walking past. That split second is all it takes for him to make eye contact with me and he stills, craning his neck to look up and down each hallway.

No. No, no, no. I pull myself up in bed and wrap the sheet tightly around myself as he inserts his key into the lock. Twisting the door handle open, he enters the room and makes a beeline for me. If it's possible, I push myself back into the bed further, but I know there's no escaping him. Maybe if I scream...

He grips my chin in his hand roughly. "Don't even think about it. I'll make your life here a living nightmare if you make so much as a peep," he says through clenched teeth. The mark on his cheek is a light green and yellow now, barely noticeable.

I nod but can barely move my face in his tight grip.

"I don't have long, so I'm gonna make this quick. I know there's something going on with you and that dipshit Brennan."

I begin to shake my head, but he squeezes me harder, and I can't help the quiet cry that escapes my lips.

"Don't bother denying it. I heard you yelling for him. And the way he looks at you, how defensive he is over you, none of it adds up...unless you know each other. Do you know Lieutenant Brennan?"

He loosens his hold on me. "No," I answer quietly.

"Fucking liar. I should call a code blue on you. Would you like that?"

I shake my head frantically. "No, please. I don't know him, I swear. He looks like someone I went to high school with, but I don't know him."

He grips my face again, slamming my head back into the bed. "He's up to something, I know it. And I'll be watching. If he so much as makes a wrong move, he's a dead man. And if you're lying," he points at me with his other hand, "and you think that you two will get away with this, you're sadly mistaken. There's no way in hell you two would ever make it out of here alive. They'll shoot him down the first chance they get," he says, releasing me with one last shove.

Taking shaky breaths, I pull the sheet up to my neck, watching as he quickly leaves the room.

He knows. Shit, he knows.

4:00pm

I haven't left my position on the bed. I'm not looking forward to it, but I know the doctor will be here any minute for my second and last checkup of the day.

And there she is.

I cringe when she grabs my arm to take my blood pressure, causing her to eye me speculatively.

She finishes her work quickly, but just before she leaves the room, I ask, "What time tomorrow? For the plantation?"

"Does it really matter?" she answers.

God, she can't even answer a simple question for me. It should be my right to know that much at least. "You're such a bitch," slips from my lips.

Her head falls back in laughter as she leaves the room, never answering my question.

5:30pm

I scoot the food around on my plate, hardly able to stomach any of it. If Travis had plans to help me escape, there's no way we can go through with them now. His life isn't worth trying to save mine.

6:55pm

"Your turn Maddie," Alex's voice rips me from my thoughts.

"Right. Sorry." I take a card from the deck, a nine of hearts, and add it to my hand, discarding an eight to the pile. My mom taught me how to play rummy when I was just a little girl. We've spent hours, my mom, dad, and I, playing at our small kitchen table. I always felt like such a big girl when they let me stay up late playing with them. It's one of my favorite memories.

"Rummy," Danielle says, laying her cards out for us to see. "Again?" she asks.

"Sure," Alex responds.

"I'm good," I say, throwing my cards into the pile. There's no use playing another game, rec time will be over in just a few minutes.

Danielle sweeps the pile towards her, picks them up, and begins shuffling.

I lay my head on the table, facing away from them, and close my eyes. Jenkins' words keep replaying over and over. He knows, and I haven't the slightest clue what to do about it.

Where the hell is Travis?

If I could just warn him.

If I could just...

I open my eyes and like an answer to my prayer, there he is, clean shaven, standing tall and confident, and so sure of himself. If he only knew the hole we've dug ourselves in.

His eyes meet mine and the corner of his mouth twitches in an attempt to keep from smiling at me, and I can't help but do the same, a small smile forming on my lips. He brings his hand to his mouth, clearing his throat as he looks around the room, his stoic mask back in place.

A whistle blows from across the room. "Back to your rooms ladies!" the Hunter yells.

I'm only a few feet from my room when I feel a firm hand at my lower back, causing me to jump. I spin around and come face to face with Travis.

"Maddie," he says quietly.

"Travis!" I whisper. "Thank God, Listen—"

"Everything okay here?" the other Hunter asks, walking up behind Travis.

"Yep, just have some orders for Miss Ryan from Dr. Reesen. Go ahead and start lock up. I'll be right behind you," Travis quickly replies.

The man nods and walks away, locking each room as he goes.

"Travis, Jenkins knows. He came into my room and—"

"Did that piece of shit touch you?" He interrupts angrily, stepping closer to me.

"Please Travis, just listen. If you have plans for us to run, we can't. You have to stop, please," I beg him.

"I don't give a fuck about Jenkins, Maddie. He's all talk."

"I'm not leaving with you. I won't. You're gonna get yourself killed," I tell him desperately.

"It's too little too late for that, get some rest and be ready."

"No! And what about Alex? And Aiden? I'm supposed to just leave with you and forget about them? How fucked up is that? I won't do it, I won't! And think about yourself, it's not worth it," I end quietly.

The muscles in his jaw start twitching as he steps even closer, his front nearly touching mine. He grabs the back of my head gently and lowers himself to my ear. "I did this for myself just as much as I did it for you. We're leaving tomorrow, even if I have to drag your ass out of here with me."

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