At that moment, with hope within arms’ reach, my body suddenly stalled. Had I found it so hard to trust a person that I wouldn’t even talk to this kind-faced man?

It’s the kindest-faced ones that are the evilest.
The voice came from the back of my head. It was dark and crooked.

How else did he know that you were in trouble? it said in its wretched croak.
The state of my clothes was surely enough to say that I was not where I wanted to be.

Then how exactly will he get you out without a Goddam key? There’s no way you can fit through that window without chopping off half your bum.
The voice had a point.
Not even the skinny girls from the bunker could fit through that window – shoulders too wide, arse too big – and I was curvier than most.

I slunk further into the wall. It was then that I noticed that he wasn’t exactly looking into my eyes.