Just as he was about to stab my fingers, Mathew hit him in the head and I didn't waste time. I took a dagger from the table and plunged it into his heart and the man's eyes went round, surprised at the turn of events.

“ I warned you," I said with satisfaction before the man fell to his knees and then he fell facing his side with a thud and I just moved back.

“ Mathew," I said in relief as I ran to him and hugged him.

“ You're burning up, let's go sit down," I said as I held his hand and we walked to the corner of the room and sat down.

“ We have to look for a way to get out of this fucking place," he said with a groan as he rubbed his head.

I really don't know what to do right now, these people didn't give two shits about what happens to us and right now Matthew was getting sick. I don't know what they must have done to me.

“ You'll be alright, we'll surely find our way out of here," I sounded like I was actually trying to convince myself rather than him.

“ There has to be…” I paused when the realization dawned on me.

Without a second thought I ran to the dead man on the floor as I searched his pockets, I found a pistol and a phone.

I couldn't contain my excitement, I quickly ran back to Mathew.

" We'll be out of her I promise,” I said with a smile. I know that my father was still mad at me but he'd be glad to hear from me and he'll do anything to get me out of here.

I quickly dialed his number with shaky hands hoping that nobody walks in here and he'll pick.

The phone rang for several minutes before he picked it up.

“ Dad, it's me Cara, please help me," I said, going straight to the point. The line was silent for a while that I had to remove the phone from my ear to check if he was still on.

" Dad,” I whispered.

" Cara, it's really you,” he said and I could hear the relief in his voice.

" Are you doing okay?” He asked and I nodded but quickly realized he couldn't see me.

" I'm doing okay for now, there are so many things I want to tell you but I have to get out of here first, please Dad help me, my friend is sick and I'm worried,”

" What friend?” He asked in curiosity,

" Not now Dad, I just want to be out of this place,” I said in frustration.

" You'll be home again my dear, I promise,” he said something in our language and I gasped. They already knew where I was. I couldn't contain my happiness.

Please God, just help me, let them successfully get us out of here.

I know I have a punishment to face when I get home but facing my dad's punishment was better than being here.

“ Thank you Dad, for not giving up on me, I love…” I quickly ended the call as I passed the phone to Mathew and he hid it inside his boot while I hid the pistol under the table praying they wouldn't find it.

“ Fuck," I heard someone curse and I turned to see the devil himself.

“ You know, I should really cut your hands because you have a thing for bringing down my men,” he said with a scowl and I rolled my eyes ignoring him.

" Why don't I return the favor?” He said as he looked at Mathew and I saw clocks begin to turn in his eyes and I knew he was planning mischief. Whatever was going through his head I knew I wasn't going to like it.

He moved towards us and I quickly blocked Mathew.

“ You have a problem with me, deal with me unless you're scared you'd end up like your right hand man or that man on the floor," I said challengingly and I saw something flash dangerously in his eyes but I wasn't scared.

“ Are you sure you can deal with what I have planned out for you?" He said, his voice cold and menacing.

" Bring it on.”