Chapter 33: Jocelyn
No matter how hard I try, I can't free my hands from the back of the wooden chair. Jon is right outside, and he is going to get himself slaughtered. I need to get out of here. I can barely make out his yells with Saul. What is he doing? I try to scream but the damp bandana muffles my voice to barely a whimper. My eyes wander around the floor. There has to be a way out. Outside of my desolate room I can see a few of the boys peering out of open and shattered windows. They pay no attention to me tied to the chair.
Then I see a knife in my peripherals. One of them must be behind me. The knife slashes downwards.
I shut my eyes and bite the bandana as hard as I can.