Escape Gone Wrong

Sharon's POV—

The knife inserted into the wall. perfectly. It was like I was cutting butter. I lifted the other knife and lunged it in the wall. Repeating it, I started to climb with the help of knives. First, right and then left. It was a mantra for me which I repeatedly chanted.

 

A drop of sweat trickled down my forehead into my eye, causing me to almost lose my balance. But knife did slip from my hand. Fuck! I immediately conjured another knife and lunged in on the wall. Taking a sigh of relief, I look down. A shiver crawled down my spine. If I fell from this height, there was no chance for my survival.