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-

man in front of him wasn’t fully

be the same as signing his death

when he needed

He waited in silence.

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

Now.

shard tighter and began slicing at the

pulled so tight they were impossible to

full of

watching for any signs of the

bit into his skin–sharp

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welled up instantly, pain flaring in his

his teeth, never making a sound, never

he finally managed to cut the rope around

That moment–he didn’t hesitate.

Winston bolted.

the kidnapper and ran like his life depended on it–because it

long as he ran fast enough, stayed out

But-

towering

and sprinting, fury

him

rage behind him, and the

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