Sanctuary

Jayelle

I woke up in a daze. I had forgotten what had happened for a few minutes, wondered where I was. Then I felt the burning pain come back in my arms and my leg every time I moved. I had a raging headache, and when I reached up to my head I felt like I might pass out. And that's when I realized I had been moved.
I was no longer in the warehouse. I was in a hotel room it seemed. Nothing fancy but not the worst. I saw my knives laid out in a single file row on the wall just out of my reach. My guns were gone. So were my clothes, leaving me only in a bra and underwear. My arms and leg looked awful. Black and deep red and bright red and charred. It was a terrible pain. When I reached for the lamp beside me I noticed my left hand was handcuffed to the bed post.

Oh crap.

I yanked a few times at the chain then started to panic again. I checked for a bobby pin in my hair to pick the lock, looked around me for anything to pick it.
Nothing.
I started screaming angrily. Then in distress. I screamed for Andy. I stretched as far as I could, and with all the strength I had, managed to pick one of my knives up with my toes then toss it up to myself. I threw my arm up to the bedpost to cut through it.
Then I saw it was metal. No way I could cut through it.
No way out of this trap.

I let a few tears fall, screamed for Andy a few more useless times, and then knew what I had to do.
I had to get out of this.
With a shaky hand I put the knife to the side of my wrist, and took a deep shaky breath. I began to move the blade back and forth, going deeper every time, dark red blood running out, the same time as liquid crystal tears.
After a few minutes of sawing through my wrist I stopped, and leaned over the bed and vomited. I heard footsteps outside, and shouting so I panicked and began cutting again. I felt something hard and vomited again. When the shouting began to get louder I started sawing again.
Halfway through the bone, my vision started to get blurry and shake. I tried to breathe. Then the door busted open and I dropped my bloody knife and started to gag again from seeing the bone being cut. My headache started to get worse. Then I saw three men, dressed in suits.
Among them, one being my savior.
Andy. More tears started to fall as I saw him. I reached for him with my free hand and he immediately rushed to my side, cradling me and coating me in kisses. I've never been more relieved. The two men started wrapping my wrist in something as I laid my head on Andy's shoulder. Then I passed out again.

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