Chapter 4
Another week passed.
Darcy felt hazy. Like one of those artfully shot scenes from an old movie where the men smoked and all you could see were the silhouettes of the people kind of hazy. She alternated between silent days and chatty days. MaB seemed to have given up on actually getting information from her, now he was just going through the motions and waiting. On her silent days he looked almost depressed, and he kept giving her looks that clearly told Darcy that she should hold up her part of the conversation and not leave him hanging. Well fuck that.
By now her landlord would try to hunt her down to get his rent. She didn’t normally hide from him, but the last few months she had been late in paying him, so he was probably camping out by her door trying to catch her by now. When he realised that she wasn’t there, it still wouldn’t to her any good. He wouldn’t call anyone and report her missing, he would just assume that Darcy had run away from her life like she had talked about for the last year. He would curse her and call her all kinds of nasty things, then he would pilfer through her belongings looking for anything of value to compensate for his loss. Then he would throw all her things in the trash and rent the room out to someone else. So, no help from him.
With still two weeks to go before her mother would call, Darcy started to panic a bit. She had managed to stay calm mainly because she refused to think about anything relating to octopus bastards, torture and that bucket in the corner. But now that was getting harder and harder. Would they ever kill her? Darcy didn’t want to die, she liked to live. But she had sort of made peace with the fact that MaB would snap one day and kill her. It was her plan after all. But he still held on to the charade and continued to question her. Darcy wondered what kind of drugs he took to keep himself calm. Maybe she should ask him.
Just then the lights blinked and went out. There was a commotion somewhere, and the sound of fighting reached her. It seemed the trap had worked. Someone had come to rescue her.