HUNDRED AND SIX

In what felt like an hour, I managed to successfully pull my hands out, and I winced in pain. I bent down to free my legs. running to the door barefoot. I opened it slightly, not wanting to attract any attention. I peered out to see if there was anyone out there, breathing out in relief when I saw no one.

I opened the door, running out with no idea where I was going. I saw pieces of glass on the floor and picked up one in case I needed to defend myself. I kept on running until I slammed into a wall.

No, not a wall, but a person.

I slowly raised my head to see Marcos staring down at me with a demonic smile on his face. He grabbed my head tightly, making me wince in pain.

"I guess it's my turn to have fun," he says slyly. His grip tightened, almost pulling out my skull.

I remembered the broken battle piece on my hand and used it to stab him in the waist. While loosening the grip on my head, I didn't stop there and kept stabbing him till he didn't move. I had blood splattered all over my