Chapter 754 Seeking Help
They were all about snatching young, pretty girls for some shady stuff.
Natalie and Anouk had no way to talk to each other, and there were guards outside.
The man outside seemed like a lackey, while the one barking orders earlier was probably the boss. Natalie shut the door; no way out from there.
Natalie scoped the room and spotted a window.
It was one of those old-school windows, surrounded by four rusty bars, reeking of mildew, like no one had been there in ages.
Natalie looked around again and saw just a few scattered wooden sticks on the floor. Suddenly, an escape plan hit her.
"Anouk, keep an eye on the door and let me know if anyone's coming," Natalie whispered.
"Anouk, gimme your jacket," Natalie said quietly.
Anouk was rocking a thin denim jacket, not easy to rip but still thin.
Anouk handed over her jacket and kept watch at the door.
Natalie twisted the jacket with all her might and wedged it between two bars. The bars were hollow and rusty from years of neglect. With a strong yank, the bars bent. Seeing this, Natalie felt a glimmer of hope; they could get out.
Natalie pulled harder, and Anouk, noticing her struggle, quickly came over to help.
Anouk whispered, "The guy outside is drunk and glued to the TV. I got sharp ears; I'll hear him if he moves. Let me help."
Working together, they made quick progress. Soon, the bars were bent, and the edges cracked. With one final strong pull, the corroded bars snapped. The window was small, about the size of a car window, but both of them were slim enough. Natalie climbed out with Anouk's help, then pulled Anouk through.
Just as Natalie thought, it seemed like a village, but it was barely populated.
The house was falling apart, surrounded by wasteland.
Natalie grabbed Anouk's hand and set off at a run, but it was getting dark. If they didn't escape soon, it would be dangerous, with all sorts of unknowns. The kidnappers might realize they were gone and come after them.
Even though Natalie was wiped out, she didn't dare slow down.
Anouk panted, "Natalie, I can't run anymore."
"You gotta keep going, even if you can't," Natalie wheezed, gripping Anouk's arm tightly.
Though it was a village, Natalie noticed it was super backward, no internet, no store. The houses were covered in moss and mold, falling apart, mostly inhabited by old folks.
Natalie stopped an old woman who looked kind, asking, "Ma'am, can you tell me where we are?"
The old woman, with gray hair, looked to be in her seventies. She spoke in a dialect, and Natalie had to listen carefully to understand.
It seemed to be a place called Solvestan, in Aviara Town.
Anouk frowned. "Solvestan, I remember seeing it on the map when we came. Aviara is forty miles away from the Rosewood. How did we end up here? Who are those people?"
Natalie asked the old woman, "Thank you. Do you have a phone?"
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
