damn hands free. Why wouldn’t they just come out? It was never this hard in the movies.
The woman pulled out her phone and started jabbing it with her thumbs, probably angrily texting someone who’d help her kill Mr. Mullet. Sidney cheered her on , kill him twice for me! She really did hope everyone involved in this little debacle dropped dead of some sort of horrible disease that took days of painful diarrhea and vomiting before finishing them off. She contemplated other diseases that might be fun to inflict on them as she continued straining against her shackles.
Finally, one hand slipped out from the loop, sore and bloody but free. Sidney’s eyes darted to the woman. Had she seen her? No, she was still focused on her phone. Thank God for modern technology.
Sidney waited just a moment, she knew what she was going to do, she just had to work up the courage to do it. She’d never hit anyone before and definitely not hard enough to knock them out. She also didn’t want to accidentally kill anyone, but erring on the side of ‘too hard’ might be the better path towards wisdom. Keeping her eyes on the woman she leaned over and grabbed the small iron skillet that hung from a nail in the wall beside the fireplace. Making herself still and quiet again she waited a few moments, making sure she hadn’t been noticed, before acting.
Leaping out of her seating position with an unintentional yell, she ran right for the woman, paused a moment to take in the look of shocked anger that passed over her victims face before using all her strength to strike her across the side of the head. The blow landed across her ear and jaw with a sickening crack that made Sidney’s blood run cold. The woman crumpled, falling with a thud onto the floor. Another thud followed, the iron skillet falling out of Sidney’s hand.
She bent over the woman’s still form and felt for a pulse, and the stomach that she didn’t know had been clenched, released in relief. She was still breathing and still had a pulse. Sidney sent up a silent prayer of thanks, she wanted to get away but she didn’t want to murder anyone in the process.
Feeling relieved, she began searching for a weapon, something lighter and a little more intimidating than a frying pan. The woman’s purse was the first place she looked because, why would you leave someone unarmed to guard a hostage, but all she found was a nail file and a five hour energy shot. Hangnails weren’t her biggest concern at the moment and she had enough adrenaline pumping through her that any extra caffeine would probably cause her to have a stroke. After searching for anything that might give her an advantage and coming up empty handed she went the door and cracked it open, the time she was taking to search was worth more than any weapon. Maybe she wouldn’t even need a weapon if she could just get out without anyone seeing her.
No one was in the next room, a tiny makeshift kitchen that only had enough space for a refrigerator and a sink. No windows either. Whoever built this place must have been allergic to sunlight. But there was a knife sitting on the edge of the sink. It wasn’t the semi-automatic handgun she wanted but it’d have to do. Entering the room she went straight for the knife and then the door, hoping that it led outside, but before she could open it to look out she heard raised voices. Arguing. She couldn’t make out what they were saying but the tone sounded serious. Good, she thought, maybe they’ll all just beat each other to death and won’t even realize I’m gone.
Her hand grasped the door handle and she turned it as slowly as she possibly could. A shot rang out and she let go of the handle and jumped back. Then all hell broke loose outside, snarls and popping and the sound of things being broken. Her heart beat in her throat, she didn’t want to go out in that, didn’t want to get caught by anyone’s crossfire, but staying inside wasn’t even an option. She had
The woman pulled out her phone and started jabbing it with her thumbs, probably angrily texting someone who’d help her kill Mr. Mullet. Sidney cheered her on , kill him twice for me! She really did hope everyone involved in this little debacle dropped dead of some sort of horrible disease that took days of painful diarrhea and vomiting before finishing them off. She contemplated other diseases that might be fun to inflict on them as she continued straining against her shackles.
Finally, one hand slipped out from the loop, sore and bloody but free. Sidney’s eyes darted to the woman. Had she seen her? No, she was still focused on her phone. Thank God for modern technology.
Sidney waited just a moment, she knew what she was going to do, she just had to work up the courage to do it. She’d never hit anyone before and definitely not hard enough to knock them out. She also didn’t want to accidentally kill anyone, but erring on the side of ‘too hard’ might be the better path towards wisdom. Keeping her eyes on the woman she leaned over and grabbed the small iron skillet that hung from a nail in the wall beside the fireplace. Making herself still and quiet again she waited a few moments, making sure she hadn’t been noticed, before acting.
Leaping out of her seating position with an unintentional yell, she ran right for the woman, paused a moment to take in the look of shocked anger that passed over her victims face before using all her strength to strike her across the side of the head. The blow landed across her ear and jaw with a sickening crack that made Sidney’s blood run cold. The woman crumpled, falling with a thud onto the floor. Another thud followed, the iron skillet falling out of Sidney’s hand.
She bent over the woman’s still form and felt for a pulse, and the stomach that she didn’t know had been clenched, released in relief. She was still breathing and still had a pulse. Sidney sent up a silent prayer of thanks, she wanted to get away but she didn’t want to murder anyone in the process.
Feeling relieved, she began searching for a weapon, something lighter and a little more intimidating than a frying pan. The woman’s purse was the first place she looked because, why would you leave someone unarmed to guard a hostage, but all she found was a nail file and a five hour energy shot. Hangnails weren’t her biggest concern at the moment and she had enough adrenaline pumping through her that any extra caffeine would probably cause her to have a stroke. After searching for anything that might give her an advantage and coming up empty handed she went the door and cracked it open, the time she was taking to search was worth more than any weapon. Maybe she wouldn’t even need a weapon if she could just get out without anyone seeing her.
No one was in the next room, a tiny makeshift kitchen that only had enough space for a refrigerator and a sink. No windows either. Whoever built this place must have been allergic to sunlight. But there was a knife sitting on the edge of the sink. It wasn’t the semi-automatic handgun she wanted but it’d have to do. Entering the room she went straight for the knife and then the door, hoping that it led outside, but before she could open it to look out she heard raised voices. Arguing. She couldn’t make out what they were saying but the tone sounded serious. Good, she thought, maybe they’ll all just beat each other to death and won’t even realize I’m gone.
Her hand grasped the door handle and she turned it as slowly as she possibly could. A shot rang out and she let go of the handle and jumped back. Then all hell broke loose outside, snarls and popping and the sound of things being broken. Her heart beat in her throat, she didn’t want to go out in that, didn’t want to get caught by anyone’s crossfire, but staying inside wasn’t even an option. She had
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