The Chase.

Her bound hands trembled as she crawled toward it, the rope chafing her wrists raw. She hooked her fingers around the root, testing its strength. It held. Heart pounding, she wedged her foot into a shallow crevice, ignoring the sting of dirt in her cuts. The distant snarls and screams had faded, but she knew Damian and Varkis would return. She had minutes, maybe less. With a grunt, she pulled herself up, her muscles burning as she clawed her way higher, using the root and crumbling earth for leverage. A chunk of dirt gave way, and she slipped, her knee slamming into the wall with a muffled cry. But she didn't stop. Fear was her fuel, desperation her strength.