You should’ve listened.

You knew he would do it. You just knew. Yet you didn’t stop it in time. And now you might be the first on his kidnap-list.

You run as fast as you can. This prison was too damn big. Too damn dangerous and dark. He could be hiding anywhere.

When you approached his cell as usual, to tell him to stop flirting with female prisons or to scold him for his mess, he wasn’t there.

Your heart pumped, your legs burned with the effort. The exit wasn’t safe. He’d probably be waiting there, meaning you had to find a different way out. And it’d only be so long before he found out your plans and began hunting you again.

Sweat dripped down your forehead and onto your neck. You eventually stopped, putting your hands on your knees and panting.

You stand up straight and look around. It was dark in this area of the prison. You’d never been here before. You assumed it was the basement, meaning it had no exits. Meaning you were trapped. You’d have to find a hiding spot. And quick.