Third person's POV
Evan just sat down after Melissa left. He hadn't wanted to waste his energy. He had connected with Emma, and he hoped she got the message. Even if she hadn't understood, his brothers would know.
He laid on the cold floor, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. He hadn't bothered to reach his brothers again; he conserved his energy for the escape plan he had crafted in his mind. He had just been waiting for the perfect time to strike, to break free.
But sleep was inevitable. Just as he was starting to drift off to sleep, the sounds of footsteps had awoken him. He smelt her even before she came to stand in front of him. It was Melissa. She seemed to have adjusted her makeup; it looked darker even though she was pale.
“I thought you'd have slept.” She had said, her voice dripp
