Anon pushed themselves against the bars of the cage at the furthest end from the door, arms wrapping around their knees, drawn up to their chest. Anon did not trust this. Anon didn’t trust the quiet or the lack of screams that were usually present in Jacobs compound.

“Did you think you were free?” his voice broke through the silence.

It buzzed against their hip, and Anon realised their radio was there, hanging off their belt. They snatched it up with trembling fingers.

“We both know you’re never gonna let me go,” they snarled.

“Clever” Jacob sounded amused, “took you long enough to figure it out.”