Part 3

Just as I thought. That guard is now my cellmate. He doesn’t say much, which suits me just fine. He did ask me what happened when he threw his sword in my cell though, and I explained everything to him. He can’t do anything about it now anyway.

I spent the next few days thinking of ways to get out. There was nothing small enough to fit inside the lock, and of course there was nothing sharp enough to cut through the bars. In fact, the only sharp thing I had was a small breadknife. I tried to think of someway to use the knife to escape, but to no avail.

Then I had an idea.
The now imprisoned guard should know everything about the prison complex, including the blueprints and guard patrols. And I’m sure he wants to get out of here too. So I just need him to help me escape. The problem is, I don’t know exactly what he can do, and I don’t know if I can even trust him, since he might think that playing me into the hands of the other guards would improve his situation somehow. Unfortunately I have to risk it, because this guard’s cooperation is my only way out.

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