RHG: Inheritance Reclaimed

Chapter 12

I think she's describing one of those trees I've seen in a book in the house. Something in relation to an obese old man who invades people's homes with unmarked parcels.

However, I don't point this out. This is her own little world she's making to distract herself. I'm not going to pull her back into reality yet.

Are there any creatures about? Or more interesting trees like it? Are they also made of rocks?

"There's tall rabbit people with big big long.."

Snouts?

"Yeah! Snouts."

If this chamber is wired to those buttons.. does it require power to open or keep the door closed? Or does it need electricity to move the door at all?

If I can somehow sever this chamber's power cord am I releasing the power holding the door closed or removing the means to get it open?

What colour are they?

"Sandy yellow and cherry red. They look like pale mangos and cherries hehe."

How secure is this chamber? If I really ram at it would it shift?

Sounds interesting.. do they taste like mangoes and cherries?

"Ah! No no no don't eat them!"

I am surrounded by possibilities and ways to escape.

Haha I won't. Don't worry.

Why should I worry? I have so many ways to get out of here.

So what are you doing? Still flying? Or are you going down to meet them?

"I'm going to talk to them!"

I'm not helpless. I can get out of here any time I want..

Yeah. You go talk to them. Tell me what you guys talked about later, okay?

"Okay!"

So why am I still shaking?

I'm not trapped. I'm not stuck.. I'm not at anyone's mercy. I'm in control.

I can leave when I want.. I can.

...

I can't help it. Alan's face comes to mind. I had said the same things every day when he came did I not? The days I left doors open for me to flee into. The days I convinced myself I could fight him off when he pinned me down.

The day I held that knife, telling myself I would do it. I would cut off his weapon before he had a chance to shove it in. 

Yet.. he managed to do it. Every day. 

No matter what options I told myself I had to escape it always ended with his legs straddling me, and his hips thrusting onto mine.

No matter how much I fought or screamed into his ears I did not waver him.

...

I hate feeling helpless.

I hate.. being helpless.

Leif is counting on me to get us out of here. She depends on me. 

I hear her carrying a one sided conversation with those mango cherry rabbit people she imagined.

It may be foolish and unrealistic but it's a better world to be in than this.

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