Naia's POV
Megan was six.
Lily, Zoe, and Emma were seven.
Jane was eight.
It took a while but they warmed up to me after I convinced them I wasn't going to hurt them.
"I wanna go home," Emma whined, snuggling against me. "I wanna see Mommy and Daddy."
I nodded, "So do I, and we will. I promise. I just have to think of a plan."
That was the hard part. I had no idea where we were. The room that we were locked in had no windows. As the wheels turned in my head, I started thinking about stupid ideas like escaping the next time they came in to give us food and water which according to Jane, happened twice a day.
I looked over at the other girls and saw that their wrists were tied together as well. We needed to get out of here.
While I was trying to brainstorm something, I heard the door click and my head shot up to see that the door was opening. Two guys, different from the people who brought me in came in, immediately shutting the door behind them. They both had Ziploc baggies in their arms and started tossing them at us.
"We can't open them," I protested, "At least open them for us."
One of the guys smirked at me. "That's the point girly," He said and without another word, they left.
Letting out a frustrated sigh, I looked down at the Ziploc bag which had been thrown by my feet. Inside, there was half a bun and a cheese string.
"How do you guys eat?" I asked the other girls who were slumped against the wall, not even bothering to glance at the food.
"Spithead and Flobberface," Zoe mumbled, "They always put the food in bags so we can't eat it."
Lily nodded, "When they're on feeding duty we never eat."
"Spithead and Flobberface?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at the names, "Are those their names?"
Zoe blushed and shook her head, "No, those are the names we gave them."
I nodded to show I had heard and then returned my attention to the Ziploc bag at my foot. I was going to get the food inside. There was no stopping me. Sighing, I used my feet to take off the winter boots I was wearing. I was thankful I didn't have enough time that morning to put socks on before racing out the door and while I held the side of the Ziploc bag with my big toe and rest of my foot, I used my other big toe to open the bag.
"How did you do that?" Megan asked, her eyes widened with amazement.
I smiled, "Magic." I carefully rolled myself onto my stomach and used my mouth to get the bread out of the bag. The cheese string would be impossible to eat since I'd have to peel the wrapper with my hand but the bread was something.
Seeing what I had done, the other girls followed and soon we were all munching on bread from the Ziploc bags.
"I'm glad you're here," Jane said and then realizing that it wasn't a great thing, she quickly clarified. "I mean, it's not great that we're all here but-"
I cut her off, nodding my head, "No, no, I understand what you mean."
We finished the rest of the bread in silence. I took this as a time to let a plan start forming in my head. Maybe the next time they came in to feed us I could make a break for it. As soon as the opens, run. I replayed the path I took to get to this room when I first got into the house.
Was it worth a shot?
"I need your honest opinion," I said, turning my attention to the girls, "Let's say I had a really risky plan to get out, but only me, should I try it or not?"
"What about us?" Megan asked, "Will we go?"
I shook my head, "No, but if I do escape, the first thing I'll do is make sure we get you guys out too."
"What about Celine?" Lily asked and I tilted my head, confused.
"Who's Celine?" I asked but I had a feeling in my gut who she was and what happened to her.
"One of the other girls here," Lily replied, "She came with us here and then one day Spithead took her out of the room and she's never been back."
I nodded, "We'll find her too, I just have to get out of here."
"Then I think you should do it," Jane said, answering my original question, "If you don't try, you'll never figure out what could have happened."
That was true.
"Alright then, next time they open the door, I'm going to run," I said, "But you have to be brave okay?"
I looked at everybody and they all nodded.
"No matter what happens," I added, "It'll be okay."
My voice cracked and I tried to hide it by coughing. I might have convinced the younger ones but Jane saw right through it.
She nodded her head and smiled tightly at me.
"It'll be okay," She whispered back.