Kidnapped (Part 4)

Taylor blew her hair out of her face, blackened by the grime and the dirt that had collected on her face for days. There inhumane lifestyle also included a rule that stated that showers would only be provided once a week that to with cold water. She dared not lift her hands of the piece of cloth or her focus, off the work-table. She gripped the cloth and held it out to her right where the child-worker at the different type of machine worked on the cloth Taylor had given him. It had been about a month since she had first arrived here and had gotten used the habit of waking up early to work and the stench of the sweat and all other things on other people's bodies in her room including herself.
So far there was no way out.
Everyday was the same, bland, exhausting routine of waking up early by the clanking sound of pots and pans. A meal of sour milk and expired cornflakes was 'breakfast'. Then work began. From morning to evening children worked and worked, trying to make clothes. They were to work as a team.
After one particulary bad day Taylor was walking back to her room twirling her hair observing the whole place. She was walking past the storage room when a pair of rough hands grabbed her pulling her in and clamping her mouth shut.
It looked like one the of the kidnapper's guards.
"I know a way out", he said and pulled of his face mask.
Taylor gasped loudly.