"Oh pet, it's as if you knew I was coming and you made such delicious baked goods" the serial killer said against her ear.
She had the life in are hard and her other hand was over the strapped gur under the table and that comment that asshole made only gave her courage.
It was really now or never.
So with one last breath, She collected her wits and courage before she raised that butter knife and blindly jammed with all the strength she could muster it as faster and as spontaneously as she could behind her to whatever body part she could reach out.
"Aaah!" He yelled out in pain and his grip at the knife in his hand faltered giving her enough time to rip the gun from under the table but he recovered from the suddenness of it and had the knife at her side again but she had the gun now
