On the TV screen in Tammy’s room, she watched intently as the girl convulsing, well, she looked like a girl from Tammy’s position. She gasped and covered her mouth, as if to stifle any sound coming from her. Continuing to watch, she saw the cage door open by itself and heard the men discussing who should go first. Finally one got up to do so, and as he did, Tammy couldn’t contain her voice. She gasped, rather loudly this time.
Arwen watched as Kory jumped. He thought he was safe for a moment but then watched as he crumpled to the ground. “You okay?”, he asked. Arwen crawled carefully over to the cage door and looked down, it looked much further than a couple of metres, but it had to be because it barely took Kory any time to reach the ground. He swivelled round onto his behind and dangled his legs out of the door.
Kory groaned before slowly getting back up onto his feet. “I’m alright, I’m in one piece,” he replied, limping a little out of the way. “Come on down.”
Watching the ground, Arwen paused, still unsure about doing this. “Okay,” he muttered and let out a sigh. Gripping the bar either side, he leaned forward and was about to jump when they both heard a loud gasp from somewhere above them… it was Tammy.
“Why aren’t you doing anything? You wanna escape or not?”, Tequila asked in a sharp tone, dropping the wooden leg of the table down to the ground to cross her arms.
Audrey too, folded her arms. “No, not with this plan, it won’t work.” She may have sounded forceful in her reply, but inside she was as timid as a mouse.
“Fine, I’ll do it myself.” Tequila retorted, picking up the table leg again. “And I’ll be laughing when I’m out of here and you’re still standing there wondering what happened.” She walked over to the scale and threw the leg in the bowl. It bounced off the bottom but the rim stopped it from flying out. A moment passed before red numbers (and letters) flickered above the bowl. They read, -.5lbs, which whether or not they realised it, but now they needed 6lbs to open the cage.
Audrey rolled her eyes. “Good, since that didn’t work, shall we actually listen to the tape recorder? It said only human parts, parts of us.”
Scrunching up her face angrily, Tequila turned and her eyes fell onto the tools they’d placed on the floor. Her face turned up into a smirk. “Okay, so which shall we remove, your left or right arm?”