Jem Pov
I was frustrated, to say the least. After Jaxx left, I sat here for hours filing at this cursed bar. It was taking forever and my hand ached, but I refused to stop, even if the flint was starting to cut into my hand. I was worried about how long this was going to take, though. I’d have to cut the bar on the bottom and on the top, at least enough for me to slip through. I was fairly skinny but I was muscular, so I’d probably have to remove two to three bars to fit through. I was also worried that the flint would crumble before I could accomplish this, but I wasn’t going to give up. I will keep going, no matter what.
I was interrupted once, by a guard who threw a pile of clothes at me and a tray of stale bread. It was sudden, the way he came out of nowhere, and I realized
