Everleigh sat quietly in the dark cell, sleep refusing to visit her.
New slaves were being brought in everyday, specifically younger girls. News of the price at which Oakley was purchased had already spread in the establishment.
Everleigh couldn't help but wonder how she was doing. What kind of person bought her?
Lost in thoughts, Everleigh failed to notice her cell door being opened until her name was called out.
"Everleigh." The person whispered. It was a female.
Everleigh recognized that voice.
Layla.
The girl was brought in last two weeks – hellbent on escaping the establishment – but what was she doing here?
"Layla? How did you get here?" Everleigh stood up and approached the girl, careful not to make any noise that would attract attention.
"I'll stole the key."
"What? How?"
Taking Everleigh's hand in hers, Layla began to walk away from the cell.
"That's not important right now. We need to get out of here."
Everleigh halted.
