Third Person POV
She’d done it. It felt unreal and like she was dreaming. Except for the pain in her thumb. For a moment she was suspended in a state of disbelief. Her hand trembled as she fought to keep her grip on the key. With a shaking hand, she brought it to her ankle and began to undo the shackle, the shackle opening. She grabbed it and flung it away from her, her body shaking. She was free. Finally free. She could feel herself breathing heavily as she looked around the room, before admitting to herself that there was only one exit from the basement. She started to head towards the stairs when she heard the unmistakable sound of the lock turning on the door. She sucked in a breath. Was it Mick coming back? s**t. She swore and turned around in desperation. There was nowhere to hide,
