Chapter 2: Escape
Sari whirled around, eyes widening in shock…
Behind her, in a cage almost identical to her own, a man sat, laughing in a voice roughened by time and fear. Horse from un-use, his voice rang through the heavy air of the room, a painful reminder of her predicament.
"Thank ye kindly lass," he said, "None of us have had such a source of entertainment for a long time." He laughed again; his gravely voice setting Sari's teeth on edge. Careful not to touch the contents of the spilled bucket, Sari leaned to the side to catch a glimpse of what lay behind the caged man before her. To her horror she saw that she was but one of many cages, all similarly hung, stretching out in a long line before her. Sari gasped in horror.
"Death row." She whispered. The man laughed as a woman behind him began to scream, rocking her cage from side to side, insanity lending a gleam to her blackened eyes.
"If your last on the list, chances are, you'll go mad before your execute." The man whispered to her, again laughing at the look of disgust and horror that swept across Sari's face. With a shudder she turned from the man, searching for a lock on her cage only to find, to her confusion, that there was none…
