#Chapter 54: Spill The Tea

“This isn’t a good idea,” Bethany insists, more urgently before. “Whatever you saw him do, you’ll be the next one tortured if you try to escape. How would you even do it? There’s no way out of here.” I know, deep down, I’m not thinking clearly, but my fear is so rampant that I can’t just sit here, waiting for my turn on the chopping block. “There has to be a way,” I say. “Not unless you can fly,” Bethany says. I consider her words. Maybe if I could fashion some kind of rope, I could scale down the wall. But surely the guards would see my attempts? They’d likely step in before I could even set up my makeshift rope. They might even shoot me as I dangle. Would the bullets kill me? Or would the fall? “Let’s just take a minute to breathe,” Bethany says. With her guidance, I take a deep breath, hold, and then release. Again, in, hold, out. The slow breathing works. Eventually I come down from my panic enough to realize how futile any escape might be, especially something so su