Everything hurt so she knew she was conscious. She came to finding her wrists tied to the foot of her bed frame with the cord from the lamp that used to sit on her night stand. She could faintly hear the monster rummaging through drawers in the kitchen. She figured she had just seconds to get free if she was going to survive this situation.
At first glance, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to untie the knots. She was fully prepared to gnaw through her wrists to get out of knots holding her to the bed frame if she had to, but another couple of turns of her wrists, she discovered there was a touch of wiggle room. It cost her some skin as she wiggled her wrists, pulling with as much strength as she could muster then when that didn’t work, she twisted and turned her hands until sweat, blood and pure lunacy made the cord slick enough for her to slide her hands free.
She stood up; blood ran down her wrists from the wounds on her wrists. Her stance was strong despite the beating her legs had taken. She snatched open the drawer on the nightstand and grabbed her gun. Her mind took more steps away from sanity at the familiar weight. She closed cold, bloodied fingers around the grip and turned toward the door.
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