Slowly, very, very slowly, Nuo twisted her hand inside the bracelet of the handcuff. She was at the point now where the bones in her hand were squashed painfully together, and she was also at the point of no return. If she gave up now and pushed her hand back through so that the metal bracelet was back around her wrist, all that effort and pain to get to this point would have been for nothing.
Nuo breathed deeply and calmly. She blocked out the sounds of screams, the rustling in the undergrowth. Twisted and turned that hand, her fingers and thumb all squashed together. It helped that she was slender and flexible. And the man had been careless when he snapped the cuffs around her wrist and hadn’t checked how tight the metal bracelet was.
Another scream in the grey morning light, followed
