Freya

I position myself toward the back of my cell, having shifted and dressed in the simple shirt and pants supplied by my captors in the bag the man threw at me. They’ve included women’s underclothes and supplies, which makes me believe someone in their group is female.

I’ve gone over every inch of this wall, and none of it is penetrable. A small loose brick in the back corner gave me some hope, but removing it only brought me to thick concrete.

So, the only way to escape is to use my head.

Two stupid, bumbling guards—they’ll be easy to fool. But the other man seems sharp, cunning. This...