Chapter 76 Trying For A Way Out

• My eyes darted round the shabby place. It looked like an old cabin. The wood used to build this cabin was quite old and getting weak.
• A small ray of sunlight streamed into the room — if it could be called that, I eyed the place in disdain — where I was kept.
• I tried to keep my movements on the bed to barest minimum because it was rusty and made squeaky noises. The mattress was worn out and thin with possibly years of use...or misuse.