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“Shit,” I groan as the red hot pain burns through my skin. “Oh God.”
I can’t give up, though. However much it hurts, I can’t let it derail me. I need to find the inner strength from somewhere to keep on going.
There is aching all over my body.
It feels like I’m dying.
But I know how important this is, so I force myself up onto my feet, doing what I can to ignore the pain.
If I don’t look down, then I won’t know if my leg is bleeding. That way, it might not hurt as much.
Come on,I tell myself seriously. My brain is absolutely screaming at me.Move!
I know even less where I’m going now, but I keep on moving.
“Fucking Owen,” I mutter to myself as anger burns up inside of me once more. “Asshole.”
Why did he do this to me?
Why bring me here just to keep fucking leaving me? Without giving me any way to get out of the boonies? It’s bull shit.
My heart lifts a little as I get to what I think might be the edge of the cabin property. I don’t know for sure, but there are woods now, trees everywhere.
What is this, the fucking Ozarks?
If I can just get past that line, I’m sure I’ll be fine.
Although I don’t know where I’ll go from here because there doesn’t seem to be human life for a long distance.
Not that I’ll be deterred by that.
I pick up the pace a little, preparing to run because if I’m about to get shocked again, somehow, then I’ll need to try and run through it.
I sure as hell don’t want to have to walk back to the cabin with my tail between my legs.
My fists curl up by my side as determination ricochets through me. I brace myself, expecting the worst, but I keep on moving.
Nothing.
I almost burst out laughing at how ridiculous I must have looked then, running over the threshold like a crazy person. But I’m free.
I’ve made it past what I’m pretty sure is the property line, so I’m confident now that I can keep on going.
Happiness rolls off of me in waves as I take my next step to freedom…
“Argh!”
Shit.
The world is falling out from underneath me, only this time, it isn’t because I’m falling. Something is wrapped around me, a net of some kind. One I can’t get out of however hard I try.
As soon as I steady myself and the sickness sensation subsides, I find myself swinging in the air, in the net, looking down at the step to freedom I just got ripped away from.
I’m in a trap.
Some fucked up trap.
Did Owen set this up? What the hell is wrong with that man?
