After struggling to eat that one flatbread, Ginny and Ross were not given another meal for the day. They quickly found out that the one flat bread was given to keep them alive and for no other reason.
"At least now we can talk and breathe normally," Ginny whispered to Ross. She looked at him with concern and hopelessness. The man was still trying to open the ropes around his feet. His fingers turned blue at some point and he had to give up, but as soon as the sensation came back to his fingers, he started pulling at the rope again.
Ginny tried to help him but her arms were not as flexible and her fingers were short and delicate. Ross had more strength than her and couldn't open the rope, so her chances were even lower!
"What is the use of talking if we can't get out of here?" Ross mu
