Chapters (50)
I don’t think there will be any volunteers, and I have a suspicion Hazel and Priya wouldn’t know what to do to figure out what the wall is made of.
“I didn’t notice a window at all,” Theo confesses.
Oh great, we’re going solely on my word, then. What if I didn’t see what I thought I did? No, I know what I saw.
“There is definitely a window. Or there definitely was, at least.”
Theo shakes his head. “They would have blocked it up, surely? They need to keep us in; they wouldn’t have a means of escape only barricaded with a bit of plasterboard.”
I lean in a little closer, so we’re huddled together. We can’t afford for Caleb and his friends to hear this. “Yeah, but we were never supposed to see that side of the building. They’re getting cockier. This could be the mistake.”
I’m getting my hopes up. Like, through the roof. Psychopaths usually make mistakes when they get complacent. They think they’re invincible, and then they overlook something huge.
They let us see the exit.
Priya gasps and grips my hand. Her eyes are wide and fixed on the screen, which flicked back on. Lucie is in room five, strapped to a bed.
Caleb stands over her, holding a towel. By his feet is a bucket of water.
He looks up, straight into the camera, and grins.
21
As quickly as the image appeared on screen, it disappears again.
I am so grateful the picture quality is bad in here. I couldn’t see Lucie’s face properly; her head was facing the opposite wall. Caleb didn’t hide from the camera at all.
“She wasn’t facing us,” I say. “Do you think he told her we were watching?”
Theo scoffs. “Yeah, I think that’s exactly what he did.”
Jesus. He is pure evil.
“It’s usually a day in there?” Hazel asks.
“Yeah,” Priya replies. “Do you think they’ll keep showing it?”
“We agreed to turn off the TV,” I say, standing. “We’re not watching Caleb torture Lucie.” I jab my finger on the button and turn the damn thing off. There’s no guarantee that they won’t switch it back on, but I have to try.
Theo looks up at me as if he thinks I’ve made a mistake, but he doesn’t say a word because we all agreed.
No matter what, we don’t watch each other.
If the TV is turned back on, we could just leave the room. We don’t have to watch this.
“Do you think there will be backlash?” Hazel asks.
I shrug. “Maybe. We need to get into that waiting room anyway.”