Eli – 1763

The minute her husband leaves the house the woman looks up at me. She keeps moaning, but something about the tone of the noise has changed.

She stands up slowly, placing one hand on a wooden bench to support herself, still moaning. Once on her feet she edges toward the door and peeks around the edge carefully.

“Wha-“

She raises a hand and gives me a hard look before turning back to the door and letting out another moan that does not match the expression on her face.

While she’s turned away I give a sharp jerk to my still-tied hand and it pops free. I swing my legs to the floor but don't stand up yet. I don’t know exactly what is going on here but if I scare her she could scream and he’s not far enough away yet to miss that....

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