Elysia
I reached for the knife that was tied to my waist, my fingers barely grazing the handle before a hand clamped over my mouth from behind.
Another arm wrapped around my waist like a criminal while I was struggling to fight back, pinning my arms to my sides and lifting me off the ground in one swift motion.
No!
I fought immediately. My instinct took over every lesson my father had taught me about self-defense way back, as if he knew a day like this would come.
I kicked backward, my feet hitting every corner of their body. I twisted uncontrollably in their grip, throwing my weight to one side. My elbow flew back and hit hard against what felt like ribs.
I heard their loud grunt of pain, but the grip didn't loosen.
I opened my mouth to scream, one loud, piercing sound that tore
