Nicole’s POV
“What do you think you are doing?” The man barked.
I struggled to maintain a calm expression so he didn’t suspect anything. “It fell,” I replied simply.
I slipped the bottle shard under my butt subtly. The huge man climbed into the van and inspected the ropes on my hands and feet. Satisfied that it was still intact, he picked up all the broken bottles and left, leaving the van open.
I quickly retrieved the bottle and began cutting the rope. I cut myself a few times, but I knew I had to keep going, I had to escape somehow.
Soon my hands were free, and I started the same process with the rope around my legs. I kept looking up at intervals to make sure no one was coming.
As soon as the rope broke free, I stood to my feet. I tipped my toe at the door and took a peek outsid
