Alexander
I had no idea how much time had passed; time, in there, ceased to exist.
The only thing that gave me any bearings was her, Vanessa… Her footsteps, the times she appeared with food, the times she disappeared, the times she opened that door.
I had started counting: three visits, three opportunities to observe… Three opportunities to think.
Because escape… I couldn't, not yet. I remained seated in that damned chair, my wrists aching from the ropes and my neck stiff from sleeping practically sitting up.
I heard silence, a lot of silence. I frowned. Vanessa wasn't there, nor was her father. It had been… an hour? Two?
Impossible to know, then… The upstairs door, a bang, then another, and footsteps.
This time they weren't calm; they were running, fast, chaotic, going up, down, ba
