The young girl's captor fucked up this morning!
He left her with too much slack in her wrist binding.
She made her move when he left the building for a time.
Now, he is her tortured prisoner!
She tells all in her tale... Of A Little Fresh Air!
A LITTLE FRESH AIR
...I've managed to break the thick glass of this Casement Window to allow some gas to escape.
The gas has dissipated in here to the extent that I can now think as fresh air comes inside.
My captor has come back to this place... I hear his car rolling up to the other side of the house.
I've found this box cutter... and I know I now have the strength to slice his throat...!