Damaged

"Now I'm going to ruin you."

I found the way out.
Yet, Ivy doesn’t know it. Haven’t been able to tell her.
My plan is incomplete. Possibly flawed. The exit from this room is almost in the palm of my hand.
But there’s no telling what truly lies on the other side of that wall.
How the hell we’ll survive escaping this place.
How damaged we’ll be.
Jamie’s life is in our hands—one wrong move from us will be her end and yet, I can’t afford to let that stop me.
Fuck no.
I’ll forsake their lives without so much as a blink to get us out. Their blood on my hands I’ll wear with pride.
To survive I’ll kill every last one of them.
It’s time we finally escape.
We’ll die if we don’t.
WARNING: This story isn’t for everyone. Please read with caution. Contains graphic violence and explicit situations some might find disturbing. Read at your own risk.