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-

he knew the man in front of him wasn’t fully

would be the same

needed patience

He waited in silence.

breathing deepened–slow and steady–Winston realized:

Now.

tighter and began slicing at the

impossible to

hands moved fast, full of urgency and

glancing up, watching for any signs

into his skin–sharp and

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pain flaring

never making a sound,

managed

That moment–he didn’t hesitate.

Winston bolted.

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

long as he ran fast enough, stayed out of reach, there

But-

long for the towering kidnapper to wake up and

and sprinting, fury

hadn’t expected him to wake so

of that rage behind him, and

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