In the pitch-black night, the two people above only had a flashlight and couldn't clearly see her moving below.
The rope was thick, although it couldn't be torn, it was much better than a thin one.
Because it was easier to break free.
Even so, her wrists were still chafed.
As soon as the rope was undone, a pile of dirt was thrown onto her face.
They had started to fill the soil.
She glanced up, those two weren't looking at the situation in the pit, just incessantly shoveling back the soil they had dug out.
Lucy Eaton shrank to the corner, the dirt from above she placed beneath her feet, gradually, the more they filled, she climbed on top of it. When she was a foot from the top, she stopped moving, allowing the soil to slowly engulf her.
Lucy Eaton buried her face in her knees, covering with her dress, propping her arms to create a narrow space to facilitate breathing and later escape.
The two filling the soil worked quickly.
In just two minutes, the pit was filled.
