Chapter 96

HAILEE.

As I sat strapped to the chair, my body bruised and battered, a glimmer of hope flickered within me. I noticed the silver knife that had been used to stab me lodged in the shoulder, and a surge of determination coursed through my veins. With a burst of adrenaline, I mustered every ounce of strength I had left.

I contorted my body, reaching for the knife with my leg. The pain intensified with each movement, but I gritted my teeth, refusing to succumb to the agony. Finally, I managed to grasp the handle of the knife and skillfully flung it upward, catching it in mid-air. The metallic taste of desperation lingered on my lips as I used the knife to free myself from the restraints.

With newfound freedom, I fought my way out of that wretched place, channeling all my rage and pain into every strike. Every blow landed with purpose, a testament to my will to survive. The men who had tormented me now felt the wrath of a woman fighting for her life.

I ran as fast as my battered body woul