"Tell me, Aria, why the hell can't we get out of here? We've been trying to escape from this place for straight three months only to end up in the same room again," Norman asked
Aria sigh and said "Norman, you have to understand that persistence is the key. No matter how many times we fail, as long as we keep trying, things will work out,".
Norman and Aria had been trying to escape their prison for past three long months, but had failed every time.
Aria's words of encouragement and persistence only seemed to wear thin on Norman, whose weariness had taken a toll on him. Despite their efforts, they always ended up in the same room, seemingly unable to leave.
"These past few months have not been so good for us," Norman said with tired look.
"I heard there was an order from above about moving one of us into a different cell," said Norman, frowning.
"Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later, since our last act was not kind toward Zen. I'm sure he's already at the end of his patience," Aria replied.
"From the way things look, we have only got one last chance. With all the intel we have collected so far, we have a higher chance of escaping. Tomorrow, at the men's toilet, we will take action."
Norman sighed and said, "It would be better if nothing unforeseen happened."
Aria chuckled with amusement and said, "You're asking for the impossible. Alright, I'm retiring," and before she turned to sleep, she looked at Norman with a deep look. There was a strange source of fear in her eyes.
"Hey, can I stay with you after escaping this place?" Aria hesitantly asked.
Hearing this, Norman came closer to Aria and flicked her forehead, saying, "Ask that after we get out of this damn place."
you bastard
In the midnight , Norman woke up abruptly. His entire body was sweating, and his hands were shaking. "What kind of dream was that?" he muttered.
Norman opened his eyes, his heart racing, and his hands trembling. Sweat poured down his face as he sat up in his bed. The dream was still fresh in his mind, and the images were burned into his memory. Aria was crying, and he couldn't do anything to help her.
He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. It was just a nightmare, he told himself. But the feeling of dread lingered. He had to find a way out of this hellhole, and he had to do it fast.
He looked around the cell, taking in his surroundings. The walls were made of stone, and the only light came from a small window high up near the ceiling. The room was cramped, and there was barely enough space for the three other slaves who shared it with him.
The slave who had woken him up was still staring at him, confusion written all over his face. Norman realized that he was crying, tears streaming down his cheeks.
"What's wrong?" the slave asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Norman wiped away the tears with the back of his hand and shook his head. "Nothing. Just a bad dream."
The slave nodded and lay back down on his makeshift bed. Norman sat there for a few more moments, trying to shake off the feeling of unease that still clung to him. He couldn't afford to let his guard down, not even for a moment.
He stood up and walked over to the tub of water in the corner of the cell. He splashed some water on his face and looked at his reflection in the murky liquid. His eyes were bloodshot, and there were dark circles under them. He looked like he hadn't slept in days.
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He had to come up with a plan, and he had to do it soon. He couldn't keep living like this, trapped in this tiny cell with no hope of escape.
The sound of footsteps outside the cell caught his attention. He tensed up, wondering if it was one of the guards coming to check on them. But the footsteps passed by without stopping, and Norman breathed a sigh of relief.
He walked back over to his bed and lay down, trying to calm his mind. But the nightmare kept playing in his head, and he couldn't shake it off. Aria's face, contorted with pain and fear, haunted him.
He closed his eyes and tried to push the image away. He couldn't let himself get distracted. He had to focus on finding a way out of this place.
Hours passed, and Norman drifted in and out of sleep. He dreamed of Aria again, but this time, the nightmare was even worse. He saw her being tortured, her screams echoing in his head.
He woke up with a start, his heart pounding.