Skye
I sputtered, water covering my face as I regained consciousness. The sputters turned to coughs, sprays of blood erupting from my mouth, burning my throat. Jason was walking out of the room, throwing the bucket to the side. I slipped my ankles, the pain blinding, from the now loose ropes.
I took advantage of being on the floor, slipping my arms from behind me to in front. I stood slowly, trying not to cry out from the pain of movement. I lifted my hands above my head and threw them down with force hitting my waist, my elbows bending past my hips, the cable ties snapping at the momentum and force.
I kicked the ties to the side. I grabbed the broken splintered legs, tucking one into the back of my waistline, the other holding tightly. I needed to stay alert, keep an ear out for him c
