Sarah was petrified, clinging desperately to the door, her mind refusing to contemplate what would happen if the men got out.

"Sarah," Ariana voiced suddenly, her tone decisive.

"I'm going to count to three, and then we both bolt. Don't look back, don't stop, just run."

Terrified, but seeing no other choice, Sarah nodded. She held her breath, mentally preparing for Ariana's countdown.

“One, two, three— run!"