At the critical juncture between life and death, I reached out to grab Brady's wrist as he lunged at me.
But the moment I made contact, I felt the overwhelming strength coursing through his body.
Brady used his weight and momentum to press the dagger closer to my throat.
Thankfully, my grip on his wrist slowed the blade's advance.
With a sharp "crack," the dagger plunged into the wooden wall behind me instead of my neck.
Seizing the opportunity, I drove my fist into Brady's stomach, striking him repeatedly.
But Brady, his bloodshot eyes wild with fury, seemed impervious to pain. He let out a guttural roar, and before I could react, he opened his mouth wide and lunged to bite my face.
I ducked instinctively, lowering my body and using my shoulder to lift his heavy frame. With all my
