Amar startled at the sound of Star's voice, she hadn't heard her come in. "Yes, I hurt my hand. But it doesn't matter, I won't let them touch me." Amar crawled out of the bed on the opposite side from where Star sat. She slowly walked over to the window and looked out. Glancing at the door she felt the pocket knife shift in her pocket. She had forgotten about the knife she used for chopping her food. Taking it out she shoved it into the crack between the door and wall. The door made a soft click as the blade unlocked the handle. Quickly Amar opened the door, and cautiously walked out. Fear overcame her and she began to flee down the hall. She looked behind her as guards began to follow her and just as she turned to look infront of her she ran into Markus. Startled she took a step back. Her bright blue eyes watched him in anticipation. She was surrounded, and she couldn't escape. Her chest heaved heavily and her small waist flattened as she held her breath.