When I returned to my room, my mind was a blurred mess of Lazar's jokes and the new revelation of him being a good man deep within. I threw myself onto the bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering if I would ever see the sky without a fence in the way.
Scritch. Scritch.
I froze. A small piece of paper was being slid under my door. I sat there immobile for a couple of minutes waiting for a knock or for the door to open, but nothing happened.
I scrambled off the bed and snatched it up. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird.
'I can't watch them do this to you. Nikolai and Lazar are playing a game with your life. If you want to leave, there is a phone hidden in the kitchen. Bottom drawer, left of the fridge. Use it tonight at midnight. The back gate will be unmonitored for five minutes at exactly 1 am. Call for help and leave. This is the only way I can help, and please flush down this note.'
