Mallory's fingers scraped as she climbed the wall. It hurt, and she wanted to stop, but she couldn't. There would not be a better chance to escape, and the worst part was if she went back now, Lucas would know she tried to escape.
It would be better to die than face what he would do to her when she returned. It was daylight, so even if he realized she was missing, he couldn't come after her until after sundown, and she would make sure she was far away from the compound by then.
Mallory felt tears in her eyes as she tried to push herself up, but she didn't have the strength, and the pain in her shoulder was excruciating. Her grip slipped, and she fell back. Mallory swore, looking at her fingers to make sure there weren't any scratches that were bleeding. She couldn't bleed.
