Yep, we're on the beach. I smelt the water before my feet hit the sand once we cleared the tunnel. The fact that we weren't blindfolded was worrying; we weren't meant to come back.
I looked sneakily around for anything that could be of help while trying to keep an eye on the men who were leading us out.
There was no one on the beach at this time of night, but I understood why they hadn't shackled us again.
It was obvious that there were houses around in the distance and there was a chance some unsuspecting soul might come waltzing by.
The threats they'd made to silence us if we cried out may have scared the others but it was just the chance I was hoping for.
The farther away we walked from the tunnel the more I wanted to turn around and go back to my prison. I knew that whatever w
