Stay With Me

Lucky's POV I was tied and helpless inside the container. The suffocating darkness is scaring me. I can hear the people talking outside and the freaking rope on my wrists are too tight. I can't free myself. "WHAT? DO SOMETHING! I WANT HER TO DIE IN COLD!" "But, Miss Zandra. This is an abandoned container storage. We can't find a freezing container here." "ARGH! YOU STUPID BASTARDS! THEN, GET SOMETHING TO KILL HER SLOWLY. PUT A NITROGEN GAS INSIDE THE CONTAINER!" In spite of my current situation, I found myself laughing. Obviously, Zandra's men are amateur. Even Zandra isn't really good at this. I squeezed my eyes closed as I heard some of them leaving. I need to free myself before they come back. A picture of me and my dad visited my memory. The time when he was teaching about survival skills and all. About how to fight and protect myself. "If you're in a dangerous situation, remember not to panic. Think of a way to save yourself. Don't rely on someone because the people you're relying