Chapter Thirteen
Her heart was still beating fast in her chest, and she stared at where Adrien had fallen to the floor.
Seriously Adrien? Now of all times, when I’m fucking tied up and can’t get away? Fuck!
Couldn’t he have just stayed down yesterday instead of following me? Why did he have to go and hurt people when he’s this sick!
Not that she was particularly worried that he was sick and wouldn’t recover, but if he hadn't come after her, then she might have made it home already, and someone else wouldn’t be dead.
He’s passed out now. Maybe I can get loose?
If he was like this now, she didn’t think he was much better when he came to drag her back to the farmhouse, so she might get lucky. He might have left the gun and remote in an easy to find place since they obviously weren’t on him, and besides, it was lights out for him right now and she didn’t think he’d be getting up anytime soon. The room she was in was the same one Adrien slept in, so everything should be in there.
She just needed to get out of the ropes, and this time, she’d really be free.
With renewed determination, she started struggling once more. The fear was still there, she kept looking at where Adrien had fallen, expecting him to jump up and scare her, but she couldn’t just lay there, naked.
Did someone find that man’s body?
She felt bad, but she knew it could mean something for her. If someone had died out in the middle of nowhere, as long as the body was found, someone would have called the police, and wouldn’t it be great if it meant they started searching the area? She had no idea how far out she’d gone last night, but she knew the general direction. If she went that way, would she find people?
Even if she waited for someone to find her, she couldn’t do it with Adrien still having the upper hand, and her being tied up naked. He’d definitely try to hurt her, and in the worst case scenario, he might kill her. She shivered again just thinking about it.
Ugh…
She glared at the ropes tied around her wrists. Adrien could barely walk straight, but he found the strength to tie the ropes up really tight, so she was having some trouble. The rope was rough, too, so it hurt her skin causing minor abrasions as she struggled. But, if she worked at it, she knew it wouldn’t be impossible to slip out of the twine bindings.
She decided to focus on one hand at a time and chose her right to start with. She watched Adrien as she twisted her wrist back and forth, pulling as she struggled to break free. Every turn of her wrist caused the rope to loosen a little more.
Just… a little… more…
She watched her hand as she tugged, gently but firmly. She twisted it this way and that, trying to get the rope to slip past her wrist. She kept pulling, adding more and more force when it wasn’t enough, even though it hurt. It felt like her hand would come right off, but she kept trying to wiggle it out.
Just a little more… please…
She kept telling herself that, curling her thumb this way and that to make it easier. It looked like she was doing a whole lot of nothing, but she thought she was slowly making headway on the one wrist, because the rope had moved to the base of her palm.
Adrien might not be out for too long, I need to hurry.
She hoped he’d stay down and never get up again, but that was just her dreaming. If she didn’t hurry, he’d be up before she knew it. After all, she had seen him unconscious several times already, and he somehow always pulled himself out of it.
Just stay down there for a little bit longer this time,she kept wishing.
Camila was chafing her wrist badly. The skin burned, and she felt it would come right off, though there was no blood. The rope was squeezing so tight, she could feel her fingers start to go numb from lack of blood. She just kept fighting to get it loose.
She heard a groan on the floor and froze for a second, before she was back to struggling harder. He’s coming to, she thought desperately as she tugged on the rope.
Adrien was shuffling on the floor, obviously trying to get up, and her breathing started coming fast. She tried to control it as she focused all her attention on her one wrist.
Adrien’s hand came up to grab the edge of the bed, and she almost let out a scream, instead opting to snap her mouth closed and grit her teeth.
Finally, at the last moment, she got her hand free. Adrien had just raised his head so she could see him. He wasn’t all there, and he clearly looked very weak. With her hand free and fear riding her, it was easy to reach out and grab his hair, then whack his head hard against the bed frame. She did it as hard as she could, too, and heard a loud thunk, before he was slumping to the floor again.
Then, she worked on freeing her other hand, and her ankles. Her skin was left a flaring red, but it hardly mattered. She was just glad to be free. She glanced at Adrien, then slipped out the other side.
Next, she went around looking for her clothes, hoping he hadn’t destroyed them. She didn’t find them dropped around the room, so she stepped out into the hall. They were strewn all over, the hallway and into the living room and she pulled them on quickly. She didn’t find her underwear, but she hardly cared, as she pulled on her pants.
She’d just found her shoes and was going to put them on, when she heard a door slam behind her. She whirled around, to see Adrien stumbling out of the room. There was a bump on his forehead where she’d knocked his head, and he’d put on a pair of jeans.