It looked like staying small was on the cards for now. Anything was better than being trapped in here with this fuck.
Katie steeled herself before clambering over the edge of the table. A couple of feet for a normal sized person. A thirty foot plunge for her. Thankfully there was carpet on the floor to soften her fall a little.
“One, two...” she muttered, before letting go of the table ledge and tumbling to the floor. So much for soft carpeting. It still hurt like a bitch, as if she’d fallen into roof tiles.
She made it back to her feet though, and nothing seemed broken. Maybe just a little wobbly.
The next issue was finding a way out of this smelly basement though. The stairs were an obvious exit, but they would’ve taken hours to climb, and odds are Chester was going to see her the moment he came back.
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