Throughout the hallways Nylah and Hattie continued to walk, a hiding prisoner peaking his head around a concern, catching Hattie's eyes.
"Perfect," Hattie muttered, walking over to the prisoner as Nylah followed behind.
Hattie tapped the prisoner on the shoulder, his body jolting in fear, he turned around to face her.
He pulled a dagger out of a holder that hung around his waist, and held it up to Hattie's neck.
"Hattie be careful," Nylah gasped a warning.
"It's alright," Hattie comforted, looking into the prisoner's eyes, "He won't hurt me."
"Who's to say that I won't," The prisoner snarled, "After all I have a dagger held to your neck."
"Because I'm your only chance to survive," Hattie grinned, pleasure building on her face, "Without me you have no chance."
He continued looking at her, narrowing his eyes.
"Who are you," He snapped.
"Someone who's here to help you," Hattie smiled, placing her hand on top of his hand that held the dagger.
