Chapter Fifty – KateWednesday 5 January 2016. Evening
I paw at the flaking surface of the rusty nail embedded in the wall. It's my only chance. I'm weak but must keep fighting.
I visualise his face, trying to muster all my strength and determination. He will not succeed this time. I will fight this.
I press the orange nylon cord against the nail and begin rubbing it back and forth. I'm tired and the pain is unbearable, but I won't give in. I need to stop the cord's suffocating grip; it's gnawing away at my tendons and against my carpal bones. I need them free, no matter what injury I cause to myself. I increase the intensity, grating my wrists in frantic motions. My heart bolts, feeling a sense of hope as friction severs the fine rope section by section under the pressure. I need to kee
