As my eyes search the darkness for a face, I hear Sarah say, “Quick, get up.” I do and she pulls out a knife. “Turn around,” she says. I hesitate for a moment, but then I realize that they could have and still could kill me anytime that they want. So I turn around, and she slips a knife into my restraints. She saws at them a bit and then they pull away. I immediately start massaging my wrists where the bindings bit into them. So far I’m buying that she really wants out of this place. I stand and try to ignore the protests in my body. The wave of lightheadedness that washes through me. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.” Sarah opens the door to make sure the hall is clear then, before I can push my way out the door, she pulls a bundle out of a backpack and tosses it at me. “What’s this?” “It’s a uniform,” she says. “Put it on.”
