“One, two, THREE! One, two, THREE!” Progress is slow. Maxzyne’s shoulders and hands ache until she can’t pull anymore. “Wait a minute,” she gasps. Panting, each girl clings to her rope, resting in the pitch dark. Hanging somewhere between two floors, Maxzyne tries not to think of bats and spiders.
Elise is first to resume the count. “Ready? One, two, THREE! One, two, THREE!” With each determined pull of the rope, her voice remains steady. “No time to waste.”
Hands burning from working the coarse rope, Maxzyne squints, peering through the shadows overhead. What’s that crack of light? Her heart skips a beat when she sees a square outline about 30 feet above. Could it be a way out? “I think I see a light, Elise! Maybe it’s a door. Just four more pulls!” I don’t care where it goes, she thinks. Just get me out of here.
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