Chapter Five
The fresh air invigorated her. This was the third consecutive day that she had been allowed a thirty minute walk around the ample grounds of the secluded hunting lodge.
The first day, things had felt strained, her 'protector', Peter, only speaking to tell her that her time was up and that they had to go back inside. He had been more talkative on the second day and by this, the third day, he was communicating quite openly. Progress, she thought.
Her plan, if it could be called a plan, was to try to get the people holding her to see her as a human being, rather than just a lump of meat to be moved around. All she had was her instinct and guile to help her, but if she could learn something, anything that could be used as an advantage to help her dad or help her escape, then so
