Chapter 39
When the blasted zip tie finally gave way, Kim forgot all her intentions to keep quiet. She let out a sobbing scream loud enough to echo.
Followed immediately by a longer, quieter moan as she inched her arms back into their normal positions at the side of her body.
Her wrists hadn’t bled as much as she feared, but more than she hoped. Enough blood had trickled down her fingertips to make a little pool in the leaves underneath. Her palms and all around her fingernails were thick with congealed red.
She wouldn’t stand a chance if Dracula decided to pay a visit to Lightning Gap.
Thankfully none of the wounds were deep. What they were was plentiful. Dozens of shallow scrapes and slices from the razor-like protrusion she found. A couple of good gashes around the sides and backs
