#Chapter 68- Promising Retribution

Fiona If I want to get out of here, I have to do something. Anything. My eyes roam the area around me then I glance at the man holding me. There aren’t any weapons, and even if there were, he’s holding me too tightly. Plus, there’s the knife. If I try to immediately pull away without him lowering his weapon, he could slice my throat in two seconds flat. So, I do the thing I always see people on TV do in this situation. Throwing my head back, I slam my head into my kidnapper’s nose. A sickening crunch sounds at the same moment burning pain embeds itself in my skull. He groans simultaneously with me, his grip on my arm growing tighter, so I do the only other thing I can think of. I throw my elbows back and slam my foot down on his at the same time. He cries out, and I cringe at the pain, but I also feel the moment when his fingers loosen their grip. Relief fills me at the small victory, so I lift my bound hands and shove the man’s knife hand away, ducking beneath his arm