[She tried to mask how hurt and scared she really was, putting on a fake, small smile. She didn't like not feeling in control, not having a plan, and it was finally starting to really set in how much she, all of them, were at the mercy of their captors.]
What did you do?
... anything? [She felt sick. In the pit of her stomach she knew no one would be bothered for long if she disappeared.]
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What did you do?
... anything? [She felt sick. In the pit of her stomach she knew no one would be bothered for long if she disappeared.]