When the kidnapper came back from the bathroom, Winston clutched the shard of glass in his hand without flinching.

He did everything he could to minimize his presence.

With his hands tied behind his back, as long as the man didn’t walk behind him, he wouldn’t notice Winston’s attempt to break free.

Luckily, the kidnapper seemed to be losing interest.

Maybe he was planning to rest a bit before calling Winston’s parents again to demand ransom.

The tall man sat directly across from Winston, eyes half–lidded, pretending to relax.

Winston knew–this was his best chance.

He quickened his movements, trying to slice through the coarse rope binding his wrists.

Finally-

The rope gave way with a sudden snap!

It loosened all at once, slipping from his wrists.

Winston breathed a silent sigh of relief.

His hands were free–but his legs were still bound.

And with his legs tied, there was no way he could run.

Still, Winston didn’t move. He remained in the same position, hands perfectly still-

front of

move now would be the same as

he needed patience

He waited in silence.

breathing deepened–slow and steady–Winston realized: he’s

Now.

gripped the shard tighter and began slicing at

so tight they were impossible to undo

hands moved fast, full of urgency

he kept glancing up, watching for any signs of the man

into his skin–sharp

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Escape from the Monster’s

pain flaring in his

never making a

willpower, he finally managed to cut

That moment–he didn’t hesitate.

Winston bolted.

from the kidnapper and ran like his life

ran fast enough, stayed out of reach, there was hope. There was

But-

take long for the towering kidnapper to

swearing and sprinting, fury

him

felt the heat of that rage behind him, and

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