Faint

Courtney's POV:

I'n awakened by the muffled slam of a heavy door, and i instantly awake. My first instinct is to shoot up to my feet, but I stay curled up in a ball, the knife's sharp edges pressing into my palm. In the other hand, i wield the unknown pills.

My captor chuckles sinisterly, no doubt already scheming up even more ways to make my life a living hell. But I've had it, I won't let those assholes hurt me anymore, physically and mentally.

He approaches me, rifling me to my knees with a sharp kick to my abdomen. I jerk around, jumping to my feet and holding the somewhat dull blade towards the asshole who stole me from my life. Despite the darkness, I manage to strain my eyes enough to capture his hard features, and I'm stunned to realize that I really don't know who he is. Which makes this next part surprisingly easy.

Im not in prime shape for too much activity, but no way in hell will I be pushed around for even a moment longer.

I lunge for his stomach, hoping to cause him to lose his balance, and I use his surprise to my advantage. So as not to fatally hurt him, I graze the blade against his cheekbone, letting him shove me away. But it's all the leverage I need, and I'm suddenly closer to the unveiled door, rushing away from my prison.

Arms haul me back and force me back inside, pushing me to the ground. I manage to roll off the impact and scramble back into a fight in stance, fiddling with the slippery pulls in my sweaty palms. I'll only have one use of them, one use that must be used on this bastard.

I tackle him again, this time digging the blade into his upper thigh, wincing when he hollers out in pain. I gather my bearings and use my entire weight to knock him against one of the stone walls, watching in triumph as he stumbles to the concrete floor.

I take this chance, my one and only chance. I elbow him
in the stomach, relishing when he gasps, and take that opportunity to shove the pills down his throat. He struggles to breathe momentarily, and is forced to swallow them at the same time as I sharply tug the knife out of his bleeding leg.

He cries out and his breathing intensifies, but I'm already flying out the door which has kept me captive for God knows how long.

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