"What do you mean, he left?"
"He had some urgent business to take care of. If all goes well, he should be back within a week."
I nod, trying to keep a neutral expression and go upstairs to my room.
He's gone! My tormentor is gone!
It's just Beatrice and me on this island. No one else.
My mind is whirling with possibilities. I can steal one of the kitchen knives and threaten Beth until she shows me a way off the island. There's probably internet here, and I might be able to reach out to the outside world.
I'm so excited I could scream.
Do they truly think I'm that harmless? Did my meek behaviour thus far lull them into thinking I would continue to be a nice, obedient captive?
Well, they couldn't be more mistaken.
He is the one I'm afraid of, not Beth. With the two of them on this island, attacking Beth would've been pointless and dangerous.
Now, however, she's fair game.
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