“What the hell are you doing? Are you an i***t?” Alexei hissed as he watched me wriggle my leg out of my strap.
I did kick. But what I didn’t was that if I didn’t kick fast enough, the strap would fasten itself and now I’m stuck.
“It’s harder than it looks, you know?” I snapped back, trying to fight the cramps and just free myself from the strap.
“Maybe it just has to do something with your idiotic nature,” he retorted and clenched his jaw, watching me with a nasty look as I twisted and turned.
“Well, if you just helped me then maybe I can—”
“And how the hell do I do that? If you haven’t noticed, you moron, I’m bound on my chair.”
“If you could just shut your trap then maybe this would be easier,” I shouted at him, pissed out of my wits, and scowled.
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