"I glared at
him. I faces were just inches apart. Anger practically radiated off my body,
and I couldn’t help but wonder if he could feel it.
Then,
he punched me in the gut. I doubled over in pain, coughing. He’d hit me
hard. He chuckled. Then, he hit me again, this time in the throat and then
the jaw. I coughed again, this time hacking up a little blood. Each punch
seemed to be backed up with more and more force. Either he was getting stronger
or I was getting weaker. Or maybe both.
“So how
about that offer?” he asked.
I said
nothing, spitting and hissing at him.
“I’m going
to take that as a no,” he chuckled.
He
leaned the chair back even further. Then, of course, he leaned forward and
kissed me hard. I struggled against the chair, wishing I could jerk away. Ugh.
I could feel the bile in my mouth. This was so wrong.
“Got
anything to say?” he said, lips moving over mine. Ugh, this was so gross. I
just wanted to brush my teeth. Like now. I groaned but he ignored me. I had
to get out of there. Fast.
Okay, I
just had to think this through. I know, hard to do when you’ve got a psychopath
kissing you, but somehow I’d manage. This room was completely metal. But as I
looked around him-don’t ask me how I did- I saw that he’d left the door
ajar, thinking I wouldn’t escape. I smiled, despite the fact that he was still
kissing me. Perfect.
I lashed
out, kicking him in the gut. Surprised by the attack, he grunted, stumbling
back a few steps and dropping the chair. It struck the ground hard.
Unfortunately, it didn’t break like I’d hoped it would. Before he could
grab me, I rolled over, wrists still tied to the chair. I was glad my legs
hadn’t been tied down. Hunched over because of the chair, I stood. Then, I
threw myself to the ground, landing on my side.
The chair
splintered, the arm I landed on snapping. The tie broke. Quickly, I reached
over, clawing at the other tie, cutting my other arm free. Then I stood. "Okay! Keep watching for more posts about what I'm working on! :)
