“Can you fight?” I ask. “ I know basic self-defense. It didn't help me when they took me, because they had guns and they were too many. I was protecting Joan, but they still killed her anyway,” she whispers. “Are there cameras in here?” I ask, looking around. “Not that I have seen. They come check on me at meal times and when I have to make a video for Alfonso,” she answers.
“I don’t know about you, but I don’t plan on staying here. I am going to untie you, but I want you to act like you are still a prisoner. If we can get one of their weapons, that will be a bonus. But we have to time it right. And we have to wait for Phoebe to wake up,” I say, and she nods.
I get up as softly as I can and limp over to her bed. I think my ankle is twisted, and my thigh hurts. But I can move, so that's
