Chapter 52
I run for my life, feeling all hope lost as I feel him grab my right leg and pull me to the ground. I try to defend myself, fighting as I feel the knife slice through my left arm. He's left-handed, I can tell. He cuts my arm, and I defend myself by pressing my right hand's nail into his eye while trying to push the knife away with my other hand. His strength is overwhelming, and I push back, lifting my right leg and kicking him, driving my heel into his cheek, which protrudes from his ski mask.
"You bitch..." he says, punching me in the mouth. I spit blood and move away from him, taking advantage of the moment as he touches the wound on his cheek. I crawl and run towards the elevator, which doesn't respond, so I head for the stairs, feeling him close behind me. I feel weak, ru
