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Women were supposed to be more intuitive.
But it wasn’t the time for self-pity.
It was the time to pull my head out of my ass and get things done.
I needed to focus and find a way out of this mess. The pain in my wrists served as a constant reminder of the fact that I was handcuffed to a fucking radiator. With each twist and turn, I groaned and tears burned in my eyes.
I knew only one way to do this.
I wanted to avoid it, had hoped the dumbasses didn’t know how to properly put on cuffs.
They did. They were tight. Very tight.
The only thing that could get me out of this was breaking my thumb.
I took a deep breath.
“Shit,” I whispered, my breath ragged.
In the silence of the room, the weight of my predicament bore down on me.
I couldn’t let fear take hold. I had to be brave. I had to believe it was my way out.
I breathed heavily, readying myself.
I bit my arm, hoping to muffle a scream.
One.
Two.
Three.
Crack!
A sickening crunch rang out followed by agony.
I grimaced as a sharp, intense pain shot through my hand. “Shittttt…” I squealed into the flesh of my arm.
A wave of nausea washed over me.
My thumb hung limply as I squeezed the metal down over my wrist. My heart pounded in my chest as soon as I freed myself, the pain shooting through me. I gritted my teeth, tears streaming down my face.
I took a deep, relieved breath before I made my way off the floor. There was no time to savor victory when I was still in that goddamn apartment.
I pushed the pain aside, steeling myself for what was next. I was going to have to figure out a way out of here. And my destination was none other than the fire escape I’d used with Luca the first night we slept together. I just had to get to it.
Using one hand to pull open the window, I realized it was stuck.
I struggled against it, pulling with all my might. It wasn't this hard when he and I snuck in here a few nights ago!
“Fuck!” I whispered harshly.
If I broke the glass, they’d hear me.
I elbowed the bottom of the window, hoping I could jar it just enough to pry it open. “Come on!” I pleaded, pulling it again. It budged!
Sliding the window open, I groaned, the pain in my thumb radiating up my arm.
